10-17-2018, 04:42 PM
She makes an effort to run, but fails. Ivar had made no rush to follow her; he knows what it looks like when prey makes one final attempt to struggle free. This one is weak, both from fighting the water and blood loss, and when she trips in the wet sand he is just behind her. "Shhh," He says against her violet forehead. "Stand up. Just a little farther into the trees." He laces his touch along her crest with a hypnotic command. The fear that is visible in her eyes is likely making her think she is weaker than she is, Ivar hopes; he doesn't want to have to drag her to shelter.
He would if he had to, but he would rather not. She’s too heavy, too close to fully grown, but Ivar has dedicated nearly three years into keeping her alive, and he’ll be damned if he loses the girl to a hurricane before he can enjoy the investment.
The kelpie has never attempted to come between Kylin and her daughter before, but he has always known the day would come. He had thought it would be later, when she was truly an adult and tempted to spread her wings. He’d have preferred that, really, but hurricanes do not care much for his preferences.
you want to make me happy."Come on Kyvi,"you need to obey. "Just a little farther."
The kelpie’s pale mouth doesn’t leave her purple hide for a moment; he traces the line of her crest as he further attempts to bend her to his will. Around them the rain has begun in earnest, and the salt water that covers his scales is rapidly diluting. There is a shallow cave – more of an overhang really – less than a hundred yards from where Kyveli lays in the sand, deeper into the island.
@[Kyveli]
He would if he had to, but he would rather not. She’s too heavy, too close to fully grown, but Ivar has dedicated nearly three years into keeping her alive, and he’ll be damned if he loses the girl to a hurricane before he can enjoy the investment.
The kelpie has never attempted to come between Kylin and her daughter before, but he has always known the day would come. He had thought it would be later, when she was truly an adult and tempted to spread her wings. He’d have preferred that, really, but hurricanes do not care much for his preferences.
you want to make me happy."Come on Kyvi,"you need to obey. "Just a little farther."
The kelpie’s pale mouth doesn’t leave her purple hide for a moment; he traces the line of her crest as he further attempts to bend her to his will. Around them the rain has begun in earnest, and the salt water that covers his scales is rapidly diluting. There is a shallow cave – more of an overhang really – less than a hundred yards from where Kyveli lays in the sand, deeper into the island.
@[Kyveli]