08-21-2019, 03:13 AM
Mayari's attention is quickly diverted away from the haughty spotted hyena, roaming eye-level before flickering downwards to find the voice's source. She doesn't think she's seen anything like Suvi before, but the painted dog startles at the mismatched eyes staring back at her, somewhat like her own. She becomes aware of the partial blindness in her right eye again, foggy and blurred—white, unlike the golden iris on the left side of her face. She lowers her head to look at the arctic fox a little better and offers the tiniest of smiles.
"Salamat, Kiira. I like your name as well," she responds, pausing briefly to weigh her options before adding, in a quieter tone, "A medic? Do you think there might be something that can be done to remedy my eye?" She whips her long tail around at that, pointing the blunt tip to the wounded eye. The wound has only begun to close but it continues to twinge with pain, a physical reminder of betrayal so close to home. She doesn't think she'd want to keep even a scar, but a part of her is convinced that it wlll leave a lasting mark no matter how hard she tries to get rid of it.
It aches again. Sometimes, she thinks the wound is alive.
The smile on her face takes on a lonelier shade as she straightens her head to address Wormwood, but before she can even part her lips, she feels herself being shifted back and down, her muzzle pressing deep into the wet and soggy earth. Her entire body begins to struggle immediately, flexing familiar muscles as an angry snarl burst from the back of her throat. She pushes with all her strength until the weight of the spotted hyena leaves her, but by the time she's able to pull herself out of the muck, Vathmos has disappeared into the undergrowth, leaving a fuming wild dog in her wake.
"Don't you dare run away from me, puta!" Mayari is ready to come after her, to attack, but before she can even move two steps from the indent she had left behind, the painted dog comes to a screeching halt in front of the raptor, eyes widening in surprise.
The utahraptor is definitely something Mayari hasn't seen before, and her gaze flits from his feathered head to his thick tail in curiosity. There's power underneath its facade; agility, too, if she's seeing its hindlegs right. She lowers her head and cocks it to the side to get a better angle, before straightening again to look at the creature's face. Her gaze deviates only for a second, flashing Wormwood and Kiira a questioning look, but it gravitates back to the utahraptor automatically, eager to learn more about the strange being. She thinks it's rather pretty, for a beast that could likely snap her neck in half.
"Hello," Mayari offers to Ament tentatively, waving the tip of her odd tail in greeting. She doesn't know whether the creature can talk or not, but she figures she might as well make a better impression for herself after the stunning failure she's achieved so far (not that she can blame anyone but herself for that incident... and Vathmos, too—yes, definitely blame Vathmos too). "I'm Mayari."
"Salamat, Kiira. I like your name as well," she responds, pausing briefly to weigh her options before adding, in a quieter tone, "A medic? Do you think there might be something that can be done to remedy my eye?" She whips her long tail around at that, pointing the blunt tip to the wounded eye. The wound has only begun to close but it continues to twinge with pain, a physical reminder of betrayal so close to home. She doesn't think she'd want to keep even a scar, but a part of her is convinced that it wlll leave a lasting mark no matter how hard she tries to get rid of it.
It aches again. Sometimes, she thinks the wound is alive.
The smile on her face takes on a lonelier shade as she straightens her head to address Wormwood, but before she can even part her lips, she feels herself being shifted back and down, her muzzle pressing deep into the wet and soggy earth. Her entire body begins to struggle immediately, flexing familiar muscles as an angry snarl burst from the back of her throat. She pushes with all her strength until the weight of the spotted hyena leaves her, but by the time she's able to pull herself out of the muck, Vathmos has disappeared into the undergrowth, leaving a fuming wild dog in her wake.
"Don't you dare run away from me, puta!" Mayari is ready to come after her, to attack, but before she can even move two steps from the indent she had left behind, the painted dog comes to a screeching halt in front of the raptor, eyes widening in surprise.
The utahraptor is definitely something Mayari hasn't seen before, and her gaze flits from his feathered head to his thick tail in curiosity. There's power underneath its facade; agility, too, if she's seeing its hindlegs right. She lowers her head and cocks it to the side to get a better angle, before straightening again to look at the creature's face. Her gaze deviates only for a second, flashing Wormwood and Kiira a questioning look, but it gravitates back to the utahraptor automatically, eager to learn more about the strange being. She thinks it's rather pretty, for a beast that could likely snap her neck in half.
"Hello," Mayari offers to Ament tentatively, waving the tip of her odd tail in greeting. She doesn't know whether the creature can talk or not, but she figures she might as well make a better impression for herself after the stunning failure she's achieved so far (not that she can blame anyone but herself for that incident... and Vathmos, too—yes, definitely blame Vathmos too). "I'm Mayari."
BLACK AS NIGHT, BLACK AS COAL
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