It is an enormous creature, and it is impossible for Wanda to not take note of it. Her domain has been acting strangely as of late, and there is no certainty in the number of things that are not meant to be roaming about, but she knows what is hers and what isn't.
This thing—this energy—this entity—whatever it may be, it consumes from her domain. It strikes against the forest creatures that slumber under Wanda's own magic gone awry, it feeds on the remnants of chaos and the devilish creatures finding refuge in the shadows. No matter in how much disarray her space is, it is her own, and a witch would be foolish to let it continue doing as it wills. This domain which took so much effort, so much growth, to nurture and to let grow with magic both her own and from the Singularity— it is not for another to consume.
She steps forward, like a curtain opening on the backdrop of the monotone-gray world, her garb of reds like a warning—her hand raised and scarlet magic spreading to try and corral the Greywaren. She stops it, lets her consciousness seep into it some, tries to gather understanding.
Approaching it, Wanda does not fear it, though she remains wary of its unpredictable nature should there be any.
"Stop your feeding," because she knows that's what it is doing. Her magic grips it, encapsulates it, stops it from moving. "This isn't yours to have."
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This thing—this energy—this entity—whatever it may be, it consumes from her domain. It strikes against the forest creatures that slumber under Wanda's own magic gone awry, it feeds on the remnants of chaos and the devilish creatures finding refuge in the shadows. No matter in how much disarray her space is, it is her own, and a witch would be foolish to let it continue doing as it wills. This domain which took so much effort, so much growth, to nurture and to let grow with magic both her own and from the Singularity— it is not for another to consume.
She steps forward, like a curtain opening on the backdrop of the monotone-gray world, her garb of reds like a warning—her hand raised and scarlet magic spreading to try and corral the Greywaren. She stops it, lets her consciousness seep into it some, tries to gather understanding.
Approaching it, Wanda does not fear it, though she remains wary of its unpredictable nature should there be any.
"Stop your feeding," because she knows that's what it is doing. Her magic grips it, encapsulates it, stops it from moving. "This isn't yours to have."