[private] where you gonna run to?

[Mazikeen]

Watching Breach shift is like having someone reach into her chest and squeeze her heart with icy claws, but Mazikeen doesn’t have time to focus on that pain. Even her exhaustion is forgotten when something separates from the darkness around them and jumps on Breach. Terror and a rage deeper than her own hollowness flood through her. She’s taking a few steps forward, instinctively moving to help, her fire aura blazing to new life at the sound of Breach’s pain and illuminating the area around them in an orange glow. But just as soon as it began, the attack is over - her orange eyes following the retreating shape until she cannot see it anymore. She forgot her own uselessness in those few seconds, even though she did not even have the time to help. She would have used these blunt teeth to tear the beast off of Breach if she had to - risking the tiger’s claws on her flesh to do so - and she would not have hesitated for a single second. Perhaps there was more of herself in this form than she feared (and maybe that meant Sabal had been right… but she’d never tell the foul waterbeast such a thing). Her attention moves back to her friend and Mazikeen’s expression is darkening with worry as she takes in the bleeding. How it doesn’t stop - worry replacing every other thought in her head when Breach says her healing isn’t working. Eyes slide momentarily to the darkness where the creature had disappeared as she frowns. “They can… do that? The ones I met on Islandres and in the forest were… different.” But even as she says that she remembers how she had teleported to the forest and has never since managed to do that again - how instead she could call wings made of shadow to her side (when they felt like appearing or answering her, at least). Had the creature that had bitten her there taken something, traded it for something else entirely? Were the jagged claw marks simply immune to Breach's healing or had something changed in her too? Maze moves so she can check on Breach's wounds, her head reaching out - not intending to touch, just investigate. As her muzzle drifts close she receives a shock that has her head involuntarily jerking back, a small nervous laugh escaping her as her nose twitches with the effect. Her fire aura begins to die again, the adrenaline feeding it fading, but in its absence she's aware of the glow coming from Breach and she steps back to marvel at her friend. The concern doesn't leave her expression, though she attempts something of a joke anyway. “The glow is handy right now but a poor trade for healing if that's what just happened. Guess you're going to be stuck scarring like the rest of us now."

@[breach]