the cut off - crab contest

[Keona.]

[align=center]— if I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground —

A vague memory rests in the privateer's mind.  When she looked more accurate to her true age... Early days in the Typhoon.  The snap of claws.  Later, a similar occurrence but the victim another.  Outright war on the crabs.  Good ol' raptor pack mentality and protection.

The petite fae made an effort to steer clear of crabs.  She could never see whether or not she was about to step on one and end up attacked again... Annoying.  When Tanteri's voice rang out, the tiny feline flicked her ears back.  Pale, sea-green hues flickered.  Crab contest?  Why in the seas...?

With a confused frown, the privateer sat in the sand, ears perked.  Kilius.  Hushsound.  Ament.  A part of her sank inside.  Missing Maisie.  Heavens, if the entire pack were still here.  No crab would remain unscathed long.  Their hatred ran deep the second of the first attack.  Keona shook her head lightly to herself, sitting back a little behind the raptor.

Her tiny size made her unfortunately easy-to-harm by those piercing claws.  I could try freezing them... Maybe later.  Under the watchful eyes of her father, who she inherited that ability from.  Since that sounded like a more intelligent move, Keona opted to remain behind Ament, fully trusting the raptor to rip those crabs to shreds.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.