Sweet. Innocent.
The good girl.
That was what they called me then.
They say you only hurt the ones you love.

While Anthrax was ranting and stomping, another woman had arrived. Well, she'd walked out from behind the rocks.
The first time you looked at her, you were hard-pressed not to think
Aww. She seemed to just exude a sort of soft sweetness, the kind that would endear her to most anyone she ran across.
It was an intelligent, wary, and
rare person who took a second look at her and realized,
Wait. There's something wrong here. It was nothing definitive, nothing so easy to see as a crazed smirk or violence in her eyes. But there was a palpable sense of wrongness about that pretty face if you looked long enough.
Karali was bored again. This quest had come up just when she'd begun to consider moving on - Mercury City no longer held the same interest it once had. All the people were too similar, all of them pathetically eager to fall for her masks. Fools, all of them. Worthless.
The suggestion of battle with something dangerous had piqued her interest. A true battle, one that wouldn't be over before the other even knew it had begun?
How quaint.
But something new, and Karali was so desperately in need of something new.
When she spoke at last, her voice was as sweet and soft as her appearance implied it would be. And like her appearance, there was that niggling sense of something
wrong to the observant viewer. "Fortunately," she observed mildly, "there are other ways that would not put your...
friends...in danger. I am quite capable of taking you across, if you wish."
On the surface, a pleasant statement. Polite. Friendly. Fitting.
But somehow, it was just a little disturbing. Like the rest of her.
I suppose that means I must love just about everyone.
So…it’s a pleasure to meet you.
Really.
Karali Andris
Copper Gryphon
Traitor.