11-16-2018, 01:23 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]She doesn't like the desert. She cannot stand the grainy texture clinging and hiding beneath her fur, fragments brushing against her. For anyone to ask her to stand around for any longer would find that their breath is wasted when she disobeys. Now that she has stopped moving, there is only a calm hum she notices within the rainforest. It is not difficult to hear the soft sounds of paws sinking into the sands behind her but the serval does not move. She sits in wait, ears only twitching slightly for the brief wind she expects when a predator raises their claws to attack. Pan drops her head forward slightly, hearing a male's voice. Business, trespassing. The serval didn't really think about trespassing. Her mind had been so focused on getting out of the place. She's not fond of hot weather and yet she is here, plain eyes still staring forward. She doesn't look at the cheetah. But one can see the way her chest now rises and falls from behind, breaths deeper as she tries to contain herself. To be honest, she would rather turn around, dip her head and just leave. But leaving isn't simple. If it had been simple, maybe she might have done it by now - bolted in another direction, refusing to let others touch her by toggling her intangibility. She hates it when she feels like this. Once again she's lost motivation, lost interest so quickly.
It doesn't help when another Pittian appears, threatening her with a time limit. She hates time limits. "Looking to join," she replies in a low voice, a white breath dissipating from her cold lips. The humidity in the rainforest is better than the intense heat of the desert. She doesn't want to be burned alive but, then again, she wonders if she will turn to steam instead. Pan finally lifts her head, noticing there are two more now beginning to approach like vultures swooping in at the sight of a rotting carcass. The situation only brings her discomfort. She would rather she had never come here because it felt tedious to sit around and imagine having to run. Pan wonders if she can even be bothered to do it. Perhaps she will just close her eyes and let them end her, maybe she will try and freeze them all. In truth, she is too much of a coward to make a decision now. She made her answer in that frustrating time limit the Pittian and she didn't think to add her name. A brief, amused laugh leaves her maw when she hears Benny's comment. "I didn't really want to stand around in the desert - too hot," the girl then says, tempted to add that she despised sand but choosing not to. As if to add a reason as to why it might have been a bad idea for the girl to stay at the border, the ground freezes around her paws, shards of ice melting from the humidity. "My name's Pan."
It doesn't help when another Pittian appears, threatening her with a time limit. She hates time limits. "Looking to join," she replies in a low voice, a white breath dissipating from her cold lips. The humidity in the rainforest is better than the intense heat of the desert. She doesn't want to be burned alive but, then again, she wonders if she will turn to steam instead. Pan finally lifts her head, noticing there are two more now beginning to approach like vultures swooping in at the sight of a rotting carcass. The situation only brings her discomfort. She would rather she had never come here because it felt tedious to sit around and imagine having to run. Pan wonders if she can even be bothered to do it. Perhaps she will just close her eyes and let them end her, maybe she will try and freeze them all. In truth, she is too much of a coward to make a decision now. She made her answer in that frustrating time limit the Pittian and she didn't think to add her name. A brief, amused laugh leaves her maw when she hears Benny's comment. "I didn't really want to stand around in the desert - too hot," the girl then says, tempted to add that she despised sand but choosing not to. As if to add a reason as to why it might have been a bad idea for the girl to stay at the border, the ground freezes around her paws, shards of ice melting from the humidity. "My name's Pan."