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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #c48d85; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E
Charred flesh. Scent of smoke. The sound of sizzling lava echoed in her mind; a memory of Suvi's, not Kiira's. Fear. The petite vixen never found the smell of fire to mean anything good. With flattened ears, the medic scrambled towards the scene, paws skidding to a halt in surprise and horror.
The massive cicada bore the Pitt's scent but lacked a key component. He seemed only capable of deafening buzzes in response to Aurum's vicious attacks. Kiira's unmatched hues darkened. "Aurum!" She had half a mind to slam herself into the lion.
"Aurum h-he doesn't un-understand you!" She slammed her paw angrily into the ground. No one ever thinks before they raise their claws. "Li-listen to him for a-a moment." The bug hardly made any efforts for communication outside of body language. No pleas in the common tongue. Nothing.
Kiira strongly doubted it was by choice. The cicada simply lacked the sentience. Like the raptors of the Typhoon, he must possess some pack mentality towards the Pitt. Maybe. Regardless, she felt sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing to do with the burning taste on her tongue.
"H-he's not e-even fighting back," she muttered. B͡li̢n͘d ange̕r̨.͜
[/td][/tr][/table]The massive cicada bore the Pitt's scent but lacked a key component. He seemed only capable of deafening buzzes in response to Aurum's vicious attacks. Kiira's unmatched hues darkened. "Aurum!" She had half a mind to slam herself into the lion.
"Aurum h-he doesn't un-understand you!" She slammed her paw angrily into the ground. No one ever thinks before they raise their claws. "Li-listen to him for a-a moment." The bug hardly made any efforts for communication outside of body language. No pleas in the common tongue. Nothing.
Kiira strongly doubted it was by choice. The cicada simply lacked the sentience. Like the raptors of the Typhoon, he must possess some pack mentality towards the Pitt. Maybe. Regardless, she felt sick to her stomach. She wanted nothing to do with the burning taste on her tongue.
"H-he's not e-even fighting back," she muttered. B͡li̢n͘d ange̕r̨.͜
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