12-21-2018, 04:01 PM
Just like Goldenluxury, the sea was her home. The smell of the salt that littered it was calming to her, along with the gentleness of it's roaring waves. She enjoyed having her body soaked by the wet substance, a good way for her to relax and de-stress whenever she needed to. Due to being captured in The Pitt, Mynthe had been away from the sea for so long, all but the surroundings of desert around her. No matter where she went it was just desert, sand everywhere and no bodies of water in sight. It didn't help either that she commonly wasn't allowed to leave the main area of the territory, having others bringing what little food and water they offered to her. Often when she was captured, she would imagine herself swimming through the water as it pushed back against her body as though it were a challenge, her facial expression happen and her fur sleek instead of the ragged and matted mess it was now. She could only hope to find herself again like that. But for now she would have to remain on the defensive as so far she had been taught in her mind to trust nobody.
As if the sudden appearance of walls weren't enough for her, the sounds of rushed pawsteps were quick to fill her two sets of long ears. Her alarmed amber eyes widened in fear while she tried to think of what to do, however then the footsteps slowed down and the thylacine could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes reluctantly moved to look up at the taller and bigger figure of Goldenluxury. "Can't die here.. No! Won't! Won't die here!" Her words screamed in her ears and the creature slowly began to try and rise to her paws, body shivering and shaking in visible protest. Barely any words of Goldenluxury registered to Mynthe, all except one:
Pitt.
Fear easily gave way to her rage, anger filling her body as a low growl escaped through her now parted jaws. She laid there, the front half of her body lifted up with the back half pressed against the sandy shore. "Pitt.. evil." She snapped out in anger, body shaking harder as she tried once more to lift herself up before eventually collapsing once more. She was far too weak, a frustrated huff leaving her mouth as she acknowledged this fact. Still however, she kept her eyes glared at the Captain, tail swishing wildly against the sand and stirring it up around her body. She was too scared and angry to listen, her thoughts all over the place as they raced through her mind like rockets. She had no idea what to do or how to react, but rather to put up a front to try and scare off a potential threat. Mynthe had been so used to getting hurt that the only thing she knew was to be aggressive and hope for the best, and in this situation it was a last resort. She was too physically weak to move and her anger was slowly draining the little remaining energy she had left.
Her slit eyes darted to the harpy eagle that peered from behind the bengal, her eyes locked on the two with nothing but distrust. Every inch of her body screamed at her to run but all she could do was lie there, vulnerable. "Stay back!" She snapped out, mouth churning to reveal her chipped set of teeth.
As if the sudden appearance of walls weren't enough for her, the sounds of rushed pawsteps were quick to fill her two sets of long ears. Her alarmed amber eyes widened in fear while she tried to think of what to do, however then the footsteps slowed down and the thylacine could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes reluctantly moved to look up at the taller and bigger figure of Goldenluxury. "Can't die here.. No! Won't! Won't die here!" Her words screamed in her ears and the creature slowly began to try and rise to her paws, body shivering and shaking in visible protest. Barely any words of Goldenluxury registered to Mynthe, all except one:
Pitt.
Fear easily gave way to her rage, anger filling her body as a low growl escaped through her now parted jaws. She laid there, the front half of her body lifted up with the back half pressed against the sandy shore. "Pitt.. evil." She snapped out in anger, body shaking harder as she tried once more to lift herself up before eventually collapsing once more. She was far too weak, a frustrated huff leaving her mouth as she acknowledged this fact. Still however, she kept her eyes glared at the Captain, tail swishing wildly against the sand and stirring it up around her body. She was too scared and angry to listen, her thoughts all over the place as they raced through her mind like rockets. She had no idea what to do or how to react, but rather to put up a front to try and scare off a potential threat. Mynthe had been so used to getting hurt that the only thing she knew was to be aggressive and hope for the best, and in this situation it was a last resort. She was too physically weak to move and her anger was slowly draining the little remaining energy she had left.
Her slit eyes darted to the harpy eagle that peered from behind the bengal, her eyes locked on the two with nothing but distrust. Every inch of her body screamed at her to run but all she could do was lie there, vulnerable. "Stay back!" She snapped out, mouth churning to reveal her chipped set of teeth.
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