12-05-2018, 03:05 PM
The boys’ idle chatter was soothing, and Kali closed her eyes, letting her big bat ears swivel to catch the sounds of their quiet conversation. She wasn’t exactly listening, per se, just letting the sounds of their voices wash over her and ease the racing of her heart, help keep her calm and quiet. Until introductions were being made, and then she perked up for the sake of politeness, just long enough to catch his name.
And that plural. You guys. She squeaked softly and ducked her head back into her Khari’s mane. He saw me! Softly startled, with just a hint of suspicion. But Khari wouldn’t try and trick her, so maybe Tyr was extra sneaky. Maybe he could see without his eyes, or had some kinda magic that let him know she was there. Khari turned to nuzzle her, and her eyes closed on a soft little hum as he introduced her. She pressed her tiny nose to his and nuzzled him back, basking in the warmth of his breath and the softness of his touch.
Her Khari would keep her safe.
He asked about Uncle Ru, and she started to peek out again, to watch Tyr’s face to look for any sign of recognition. She froze for a heartbeat though when Khari slipped and mentioned Taiga, the unspoken rest of the word apocalypse washing over her and leaving a shudder in its wake. Another flash of molten lavabeasts giving chase, of the water rising up and trying to steal the breath from her lungs, and just like that she was caught all over again.
She struggled to draw quick, shallow, frantic little gasps, pulling back and scrambling deeper into Khari’s mane, burrowing and burying herself in the silken lavender and white strands until she was pressed right up against his neck and shaking, curled into a tight ball and clutching herself tight, wings wrapped around her like a cocoon. She jolted at his touch, caught in the memory, almost lashed out with frightened little claws, but his gentle apology broke through the way his mind voice always did. Tears spilled from her eyes clenched shut tight, and she sucked in a desperate breath and clung to him with sharp little claws.
((Oops. :\ Sorry.))
And that plural. You guys. She squeaked softly and ducked her head back into her Khari’s mane. He saw me! Softly startled, with just a hint of suspicion. But Khari wouldn’t try and trick her, so maybe Tyr was extra sneaky. Maybe he could see without his eyes, or had some kinda magic that let him know she was there. Khari turned to nuzzle her, and her eyes closed on a soft little hum as he introduced her. She pressed her tiny nose to his and nuzzled him back, basking in the warmth of his breath and the softness of his touch.
Her Khari would keep her safe.
He asked about Uncle Ru, and she started to peek out again, to watch Tyr’s face to look for any sign of recognition. She froze for a heartbeat though when Khari slipped and mentioned Taiga, the unspoken rest of the word apocalypse washing over her and leaving a shudder in its wake. Another flash of molten lavabeasts giving chase, of the water rising up and trying to steal the breath from her lungs, and just like that she was caught all over again.
She struggled to draw quick, shallow, frantic little gasps, pulling back and scrambling deeper into Khari’s mane, burrowing and burying herself in the silken lavender and white strands until she was pressed right up against his neck and shaking, curled into a tight ball and clutching herself tight, wings wrapped around her like a cocoon. She jolted at his touch, caught in the memory, almost lashed out with frightened little claws, but his gentle apology broke through the way his mind voice always did. Tears spilled from her eyes clenched shut tight, and she sucked in a desperate breath and clung to him with sharp little claws.
((Oops. :\ Sorry.))