chasing figures ● illusions & border run-in

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" do you want to burn in hell with me? "

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they listened to all that was said, focusing on the scents around them, blind eyes closed and breathing out. "perhaps those who are under you, should be wary of your claws, golden woman. even the grandest of gods and leaders turn on their own.", they murmur, ear twitching in their mane, scaled body resting against the ground in some sort of relaxed fashion.

they hated the words, an order from a woman who rarely gave orders. shaking their head, they opened their gaze, feeling idyll move in accordance to goldie and kydobi's respective words. they could feel the biting frustration rising and burning the nooks and crannies of their mouth, filled with a hateful explosion that they struggled to keep behind their cruel fangs. they were not going to poison idyll, not against their group and family. they had no reason to ruin their life.

they struggled with their sudden explosion of words, listening to the buzz of heated conversation, focusing on the smell of the hard baked desert sand mingling with the crisp sharp scent of the jungle, distracted by the underlying scent of a freshly brewed tea, mixed with a light floral perfume combined with pine needles and rain. their head moved, locking onto idyll's location, brought the brisk scent of them and everything that they stood for. their blinded gaze searched for that glimpse of the shadow of their dearly departed lingering so close to idyll, almost upon the other, mirroring the movements and it was too much for them to take. were they supposed to move on? to love another?

breathing in the scent of roses that followed idyll, they let their own brisk breath out, feeling crushed deep inside of their heart and mind. exhaling, they got to their feet, stretching their body in an arch, yawning as they watched idyll off, their words ringing in their mind. this time, with the threats that kydobi made, their decision was made. they would be the one to visit idyll, for their own sake and for the safety of the sage, their personal safety be damned when it came to visiting them.

turning their attention back to kydobi, they snorted, "a slave is a slave, kydobi. if idyll was her slave, than you and I are no better, kydobi, as we would be slaves of jervis himself." they rumbled, gaze tired and drained of all will to stay awake. "and perhaps I was so close to this border because I had sinister thoughts. stop getting too wrapped up in your own mind, kydobi or you will fear your own shadow soon. my excuses are only the truths, my friend, which you hesitate to see today. where have the days gone where you used to trust my word more than accuse it?" they sighed.

they could sense the underlying meaning to his words in that he was defending what was his, "if you are so keen upon defending what is yours as you call it, act upon it no matter what shakes you to your core because it will not always be available when you find yourself ready to take it. I might be a pittian, but I am myself before I belong to this group and though they scent the pitt on my skin, they do not see the scars and stories on my body beyond what the scent tells. the enemy is not always one who is different, it may be as close as your pet, but leave the worrying to one more suited to worry their life away. kydobi, I am more more than capable of taking myself back to the territory. but I will let you guide me this time."