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Kibi Kabat
Kibi Kabat
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NAME Kibi
[break]AGE Twenty-four (24)
[break]PRONOUNS She/Her
[break]SEXUAL ORIENTATION Lesbian
[break]RACE Werewolf
[break]GUILD Quatro Cerberus
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OOC NAME Cami
[break]FACE CLAIM CHARACTER Grey Wolf
[break]FACE CLAIM SERIES Kemono Friends
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Kibi is a woman at the mercy of two forces: the wolf and the moon.[break][break]
The wolf is fleet-footed, hard-eyed, sharp-toothed. It is instinct and intent to kill, raw as the meat that comes apart beneath her claws. Most nights it is inside her, like a heart. One night a month it is her, turning her body inside out and swinging it over plains into woods onto prey—and she wakes up in the morning bloodied and exhilarated. It is the predator. It is the beast.[break][break]
The moon is pure, true, holy. It is the salve which mends the broken and the lantern which guides the lost. At night, even when the blood runs hot and fast, even when she sings the wolfsong, it bathes her in its cool, clean light and all of a sudden it is as if she can be good again. It is the mother. It is the magic.[break][break]
The wolf and the moon, the moon and the wolf—they will have her whole or not at all.
[attr="class","infosubtitle"] Basics
NAME Kibi
[break]AGE Twenty-four (24)
[break]PRONOUNS She/Her
[break]SEXUAL ORIENTATION Lesbian
[break]RACE Werewolf
[break]GUILD Quatro Cerberus
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[attr="class","infosubtitle"] OOC
OOC NAME Cami
[break]FACE CLAIM CHARACTER Grey Wolf
[break]FACE CLAIM SERIES Kemono Friends
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[attr="class","infosubtitle"] Freeform
Kibi is a woman at the mercy of two forces: the wolf and the moon.[break][break]
The wolf is fleet-footed, hard-eyed, sharp-toothed. It is instinct and intent to kill, raw as the meat that comes apart beneath her claws. Most nights it is inside her, like a heart. One night a month it is her, turning her body inside out and swinging it over plains into woods onto prey—and she wakes up in the morning bloodied and exhilarated. It is the predator. It is the beast.[break][break]
The moon is pure, true, holy. It is the salve which mends the broken and the lantern which guides the lost. At night, even when the blood runs hot and fast, even when she sings the wolfsong, it bathes her in its cool, clean light and all of a sudden it is as if she can be good again. It is the mother. It is the magic.[break][break]
The wolf and the moon, the moon and the wolf—they will have her whole or not at all.
