Worry laced upon the features of the African Cheetah, amber eyes looked with wary concern and bafflement as they stood just before the gateway of the swamps. It was not so much her action and reason of why she wished to travel through the forest – yet it was her health he privies. The acerbus woman was like an eternal fire with burning flames only to easily be extinguished by the downpour of rainstorms. She did not do well in climates where the air was filled with moisture – and she certainly struggled to keep afoot within bodies of water. Rounded ears folded against his feline skull as his head then ducked within his shoulders while they stood - Sabbath clearly hesitant to move forward despite the hard, stubborn determination which read blatantly across her face. “Are you sure you wish to do this?” Leviticus finally spoke, tearing through the silence that stood between the two of them. Amber eyes shifted towards Deadwood Swamp with a waning frown. The young fire maiden did not respond to her shadow right away, instead, her own game of twenty-questions flooded her mind with possible outcomes: several of which were not the most pleasant of endings she did not desire to endure. Admitting her grandmother was incredibly intimidating and by far one of the very few she did not wish to anger. There was still that moment once upon a time where she had indicted her father with the crown once upon a time and Sabbath had made it very clear that she did not agree with that said decision. She may have very well created her own grave at that point in time. However, there was a lot weighing on the girls mind and any other young girl would have sought their mother out – however – Sabbath was not ready to confront her mother just yet. “I need to.” she finally answered as smoke carelessly billowed from her lips in a weighted sigh.
“There are questions I have for her if she will see me.” She paused for a moment. “I am worried for Atrox also.” A simple breeze coiled through with an inviting chill that tangled and teased the braids in which she bore. Her senses shared the return of the dragon-born man in this caused her heart to flutter while her stomach churned with discomfort and uncertainty. Sabbath knew where her confidence stood, yet as of late she felt it waver and it scared the hell out of her. Levi watched the striped woman for a moment, the soft warm glow she emitted was at its normal state which had been rare as of late. Of course it would change soon once they entered the swamps. His eyes softened before shifting their gaze downward in quiet acknowledgement. There w as little advice he could offer her other than what a friend could provide: there were moments where she needed the advice of another he could not give or put into words. With this knowledge her doing so, he was proud of her for taking the step to do so. With that, he placed his paw carefully atop of her long tail. Sabbath closed her eyes and visualized the tree and its home of many serpents. The swampy marsh which it harbored and the naturally dark aura it bled. Deep breath. The young acerbus then used her teleporting to position herself there instead of usual trek. If she were have to walk or run – she knew very well she would not have survived long enough to reach her place.
As she appeared, there was the sound of vipers hissing in threatening warn: their eyes glowered cerulean in similar color of her grandmothers. They remained in their place though watched with tentative stare, daring the girl and the cheetah to tread upon their path. A deep inhale instantly caused her lungs to burn as if they were set aflame within her. Weight pressed on her chest nearly forcing her to the ground. Black teeth bared as she struggled to tough through it. Whirls of flame spiraled around her body without command in reaction to her pain. Rounded ears of the Cheetah folded against his skull as he pressed his head against her shoulder for comfort. “I’m fine.” she managed to stutter while she searched her bearings to stand. The sound of vipers and other snakes continued to hiss as they lingered comfortably within their sanctuary – Sabbath would ignore them and instead search for the red woman. “Grandmother.” she paused for a moment, mindful of her distance and space. Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest, between the pain that was seeping into her and the fear that boiled within her veins. “Forgive me.” she continued; “But...I seek your guidance.”
Body temperature is unusually warm year-round.
Sabbath's fire element is in a constant state of activity, it comes and goes with little to no control or command.
Water Element is incredibly harmful to her should she ever come in contact with it.
Her Spell Block yields magic healing as well as some fire magics having little to no effect on her.