SUCH A WRETCHED AFFAIR / capture

[rhosmari]

The little creature was so very much confused. She had never met a Pittian before so she knew nothing of their cruelty or the fact that they kept slaves. Everything went right over her head as she watched Feliks bring in someone whom smelled awfully different than what she understood as the Typhoons unique scent. They smelled of heat, the roughness of sand and something else that she couldn't yet seem to identify. But the fact that Feliks said they were going to get their just deserts or rather what they deserved sent a chill up her spine. An ominous feeling started to make her uneasy, a heaviness in her stomach and she looked down at her paws, attempting to understand the situation that was at hand. The terminology easily meant that they were going to hurt the Pittian and so in doing so they were going to stoop to their level. Pain begot pain and only continued a ruthless cycle, one that scared her more than anything and she took a step back, rather unsure of if she should be here or not. Her eyes flicked toward Golden at her words and she felt a feeling of fear rise in her chest and cause a tiny bit of shaking in small paws. No, she should be here as seeing this might make things worse for her so she turned and left to go and do something else as fast as her little body could take her.

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#psychosocial.