07-07-2019, 08:50 AM
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words erupting from beside the girl had stella too afraid to meet gazes with the beast that uttered them. guttural, menacing and yet still holding an air of faux benevolence. as if the two were amicable when in reality stella couldn't quite say she had much experience with the pittian leader outside of tall tales of his grandiose. perhaps the two weren't so far apart in personality after all. how long had the vulpine been here? had he followed the angel as far as from the very edges of the pitt's transparent borders? or had he simply been perusing the typhoon lands like a vulture scanning the surroundings for juicy meat? there was no telling which reality was worse in the nephilim's mind. in hindsight maybe this whole unfortunate situation had come about as a way for the heavens to chastise the nephilim; another blow to stella's guilty conscious. "not an enemy of mine... but i suppose of yours?"
'and why would i care for the pitt's alliances?'
it took all the strength of an archangel to hold back the angelic child's tongue from running. a death sentence was not something stella was looking to place on the agenda, and to talk back seemed like a one-way ticket to the land in which stella had only ever fantasised of.
turning around to face that visage that had haunted the girl's journey to the lands of pirates and necromancers, stella kept her own expression miraculously neutral. even as a surge of cold anxiety crept through her lavender veins. a cold shiver ran down stella's spine as the girl lamented how much harder it was to form words now she had turned to face the pittian leader. it was the knot forming in stella's throat that obstructed her voice - even if stella couldn't let herself show that externally. in futile attempts to try and find some semblance of familiarity and calm her overly busy mind stella found herself idly tugging on her white cloak. "but i digress, i am only here to pick up a few books and nothing more. i should be quickly in and out of the grounds. back soon to do more.. pittian things." honestly, as more and more the gravity of how little wiggle room the girl had to escape with was realised, stella couldn't quite see herself coming out of this situation with a good outcome in mind. like a cornered animal there was nowhere else to go. perhaps idle prayers to the heavens above wouldn't aid the concerned child, but they couldn't hurt either. god only knew how much stella just wanted jervis to leave stella alone - at least before someone from the typhoon saw the typhoon-born feline slinking under the moon's light.
turning back to the path ahead of stella, the girl tried to carry on her way without urging on jervis to follow her. a childish wish? perhaps. then again surely the fox wouldn't be proud enough to try and follow stella too far into the typhoon's territory. not so soon after his embarrassing scuffle with golden and that tanglewood leader he wouldn't. but then how much did stella now of the pittian leader? not much really. perhaps the vulpine would, or perhaps he would just wait until stella eventually returned back to the pitt to make the girl's life a living hell. argus was right all along then. somehow stella wasn't as angered by that realisation then she had first imagined - more so than she was saddened.
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words erupting from beside the girl had stella too afraid to meet gazes with the beast that uttered them. guttural, menacing and yet still holding an air of faux benevolence. as if the two were amicable when in reality stella couldn't quite say she had much experience with the pittian leader outside of tall tales of his grandiose. perhaps the two weren't so far apart in personality after all. how long had the vulpine been here? had he followed the angel as far as from the very edges of the pitt's transparent borders? or had he simply been perusing the typhoon lands like a vulture scanning the surroundings for juicy meat? there was no telling which reality was worse in the nephilim's mind. in hindsight maybe this whole unfortunate situation had come about as a way for the heavens to chastise the nephilim; another blow to stella's guilty conscious. "not an enemy of mine... but i suppose of yours?"
'and why would i care for the pitt's alliances?'
it took all the strength of an archangel to hold back the angelic child's tongue from running. a death sentence was not something stella was looking to place on the agenda, and to talk back seemed like a one-way ticket to the land in which stella had only ever fantasised of.
turning around to face that visage that had haunted the girl's journey to the lands of pirates and necromancers, stella kept her own expression miraculously neutral. even as a surge of cold anxiety crept through her lavender veins. a cold shiver ran down stella's spine as the girl lamented how much harder it was to form words now she had turned to face the pittian leader. it was the knot forming in stella's throat that obstructed her voice - even if stella couldn't let herself show that externally. in futile attempts to try and find some semblance of familiarity and calm her overly busy mind stella found herself idly tugging on her white cloak. "but i digress, i am only here to pick up a few books and nothing more. i should be quickly in and out of the grounds. back soon to do more.. pittian things." honestly, as more and more the gravity of how little wiggle room the girl had to escape with was realised, stella couldn't quite see herself coming out of this situation with a good outcome in mind. like a cornered animal there was nowhere else to go. perhaps idle prayers to the heavens above wouldn't aid the concerned child, but they couldn't hurt either. god only knew how much stella just wanted jervis to leave stella alone - at least before someone from the typhoon saw the typhoon-born feline slinking under the moon's light.
turning back to the path ahead of stella, the girl tried to carry on her way without urging on jervis to follow her. a childish wish? perhaps. then again surely the fox wouldn't be proud enough to try and follow stella too far into the typhoon's territory. not so soon after his embarrassing scuffle with golden and that tanglewood leader he wouldn't. but then how much did stella now of the pittian leader? not much really. perhaps the vulpine would, or perhaps he would just wait until stella eventually returned back to the pitt to make the girl's life a living hell. argus was right all along then. somehow stella wasn't as angered by that realisation then she had first imagined - more so than she was saddened.
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