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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
She pressed back into her brother slightly with her shoulder, a quick bump to nonverbally acknowledge his thanks. She follows his gaze for a moment, but doesn't think anything of it - her brother often stares off into space, and she doesn't see anything interesting in the air. Unlike many others of the group, Charon can't see their fallen leader's spirit; she doesn't understand why a couple of them are getting riled up about defending the wine, but... she has seen stranger behavior from them before. She thinks of it as just another symptom of Roseblood insanity.
But the specter isn't the only potential threat here today; Charon, with her greenhorn experience, doesn't notice the sneaking lioness until right before the large feline strikes her mother down. A stray draft sends the lioness's scent towards her, and she turns to see her mother fall. Charon freezes for an instant, before she steps in front of Ayon protectively; as the older sister, she reacts to protect him instinctively, especially as her species puts her at a much larger height compared to his runty kitten body.
But the young cheetah's bravery extends no farther than that, her hackles raising as her fur fluffs out in a vain attempt to make her seem older and stronger. The black hairs clustering the back of her neck and spine are particularly dominant, but she is no threat - her gangling, childish legs are twiglike and her golden eyes shine with more fear than bravery. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, expanding and contracting in endless waves with its steady beat drumming loudly in her hears. She never experienced an adrenaline rush quite this strong before, and it fills her with power that she finds fantastically thrilling despite the situation.
"Stop, stop, stop... No one do anything," she hears her mother speak oh-so quietly compared to the rushing of her blood.
Her heart stops, leaping from her chest to her throat before the beats resume even quicker now. She doesn't understand; this lioness is larger than almost everyone here and clearly capable of killing her mother right now. Charon's lips pull back as her fear gives way to rage, the anger sloshing about in her blood as the drumming in her ears beats louder. And louder. And louder. Her toes tremble, curling and uncurling as she forces herself to watch the older members of the group and their first reactions.
But her rage multiplies at their inaction, her black lips twisting into a teeth-filled snarl. Her muzzle, too big for her face, looks garish against her childish body - she looks more like a gremlin than a proper threat, though she feels fiercer than she ever felt before.
Golden flashes pulse from her paws and the black fur of her mane lifts up as though pulled upwards by a god. Snap! Crack! The noises of lightning fill her ears, nearly drowning out the drumming of her own heart. All of her muscles tremble now with the force of adrenaline and something greater, ears snapping back against her skull and as her teeth part into a silent scream. Yellow electricity races up her fur, hissing and spitting with a life of its own while Charon remains utterly silent.
The child is transformed for one moment from a defenseless wrench to a wrathful goddess, her entire body trembling with the electricity racing around and on her body. Only now does she scream, eyes flung wide as she yowls, "MOM!" But the lightning is quicker than her voice, leaping off of her body and arching towards the lioness with spurting twitchy noises. Charon has never used this power before - this is the first she's ever experienced magic - so her aim is poor, but her power is magnificent, perhaps too much so as she is entirely incapable of aiming away from anyone standing between or around the lioness (including her mother, though Charon cannot comprehend this at the moment).
A millisecond after the lightning gushes out of her, a loud boom echoes through the room. The girl is powerful. But this magic comes at a cost - as the boom hits her ears, her legs are already buckling, weakening from all the energy she expended in the effort to protect her mother.
But the specter isn't the only potential threat here today; Charon, with her greenhorn experience, doesn't notice the sneaking lioness until right before the large feline strikes her mother down. A stray draft sends the lioness's scent towards her, and she turns to see her mother fall. Charon freezes for an instant, before she steps in front of Ayon protectively; as the older sister, she reacts to protect him instinctively, especially as her species puts her at a much larger height compared to his runty kitten body.
But the young cheetah's bravery extends no farther than that, her hackles raising as her fur fluffs out in a vain attempt to make her seem older and stronger. The black hairs clustering the back of her neck and spine are particularly dominant, but she is no threat - her gangling, childish legs are twiglike and her golden eyes shine with more fear than bravery. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, expanding and contracting in endless waves with its steady beat drumming loudly in her hears. She never experienced an adrenaline rush quite this strong before, and it fills her with power that she finds fantastically thrilling despite the situation.
"Stop, stop, stop... No one do anything," she hears her mother speak oh-so quietly compared to the rushing of her blood.
Her heart stops, leaping from her chest to her throat before the beats resume even quicker now. She doesn't understand; this lioness is larger than almost everyone here and clearly capable of killing her mother right now. Charon's lips pull back as her fear gives way to rage, the anger sloshing about in her blood as the drumming in her ears beats louder. And louder. And louder. Her toes tremble, curling and uncurling as she forces herself to watch the older members of the group and their first reactions.
But her rage multiplies at their inaction, her black lips twisting into a teeth-filled snarl. Her muzzle, too big for her face, looks garish against her childish body - she looks more like a gremlin than a proper threat, though she feels fiercer than she ever felt before.
Golden flashes pulse from her paws and the black fur of her mane lifts up as though pulled upwards by a god. Snap! Crack! The noises of lightning fill her ears, nearly drowning out the drumming of her own heart. All of her muscles tremble now with the force of adrenaline and something greater, ears snapping back against her skull and as her teeth part into a silent scream. Yellow electricity races up her fur, hissing and spitting with a life of its own while Charon remains utterly silent.
The child is transformed for one moment from a defenseless wrench to a wrathful goddess, her entire body trembling with the electricity racing around and on her body. Only now does she scream, eyes flung wide as she yowls, "MOM!" But the lightning is quicker than her voice, leaping off of her body and arching towards the lioness with spurting twitchy noises. Charon has never used this power before - this is the first she's ever experienced magic - so her aim is poor, but her power is magnificent, perhaps too much so as she is entirely incapable of aiming away from anyone standing between or around the lioness (including her mother, though Charon cannot comprehend this at the moment).
A millisecond after the lightning gushes out of her, a loud boom echoes through the room. The girl is powerful. But this magic comes at a cost - as the boom hits her ears, her legs are already buckling, weakening from all the energy she expended in the effort to protect her mother.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM