05-08-2020, 07:25 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]As her eyes landed on the seventh piece, she felt a paw on her shoulder- words swirling, echoing in her ears. This is the Typhoon. She inhaled the smell of sea salt, exhaled the sound of recognition. You lead Elysium. Her mind put forth an identity. Warringkingdoms. Magna of Elysium. Yes, that was who she was now. The urge to breathe was gentler now, a firm recommendation to fill her lungs at a normal pace, rather than a panicked demand to take in as much oxygen as possible.
Just keep breathing. The damp sand clung to the fur on her paws, digging into her pads, but she welcomed the sensation of undeniable ground underneath her. Taking a deep breath, Rin shook her head. "I can- I can talk," she murmured, the trembling in her paws slowly dying down.
Registering the approach of another creature, his words posing a query about help and supplies, Rin blinked, and lifted her paw. "Just a minute," she said, in a slightly greater volume, just enough so that he could hear her. Fourteen. Fifteen. Once she was back to herself, she could-
"Rin! Player!"
Rin lifted her head, her eyes widening. Sure enough, the voice had come from Diya, stumbling over in the kind of gait that could only belong to an injured creature. (It wasn't hard to conclude, given the bandages wrapping her form.) "...Diya," she rasped, her ears flattening back as she took a step towards her. "You're- you're hurt, you shouldn't be-"
The smell of burning- a controlled burn, the smoke not nearly so heavy as in an actual fire, but still burning- jerked her mind back by the scruff. Whipping around to face the source of the smoke, she stared at the cigarette, the gentle glow at odds with the destructive power it held. Why does it have to burn?
She blinked, and tore her eyes off the cigarette, focusing instead on Diya and the approaching Roxanne. A tough spot... that was one way to put it. Her eyes flickered between all those who had gathered, careful not to get dragged in by the smoke.
"...I apologize, I was... out of it," she said finally, tugging at her scarf with one paw. The group wasn't destroyed. That was what she needed to focus on. "I'm Rin. My friend's Playerone." After a moment, she added, "We weren't here to ask for supplies- actually, we were going to invite you to Elysium's Stellar Collision Festival. We hadn't realized that... this happened."
Thinking back to the help that Goldenluxury and Idyllfields had provided her, she nodded. "Actually, we can provide supplies to the Typhoon, if you have anything specific you need."
Just keep breathing. The damp sand clung to the fur on her paws, digging into her pads, but she welcomed the sensation of undeniable ground underneath her. Taking a deep breath, Rin shook her head. "I can- I can talk," she murmured, the trembling in her paws slowly dying down.
Registering the approach of another creature, his words posing a query about help and supplies, Rin blinked, and lifted her paw. "Just a minute," she said, in a slightly greater volume, just enough so that he could hear her. Fourteen. Fifteen. Once she was back to herself, she could-
"Rin! Player!"
Rin lifted her head, her eyes widening. Sure enough, the voice had come from Diya, stumbling over in the kind of gait that could only belong to an injured creature. (It wasn't hard to conclude, given the bandages wrapping her form.) "...Diya," she rasped, her ears flattening back as she took a step towards her. "You're- you're hurt, you shouldn't be-"
The smell of burning- a controlled burn, the smoke not nearly so heavy as in an actual fire, but still burning- jerked her mind back by the scruff. Whipping around to face the source of the smoke, she stared at the cigarette, the gentle glow at odds with the destructive power it held. Why does it have to burn?
She blinked, and tore her eyes off the cigarette, focusing instead on Diya and the approaching Roxanne. A tough spot... that was one way to put it. Her eyes flickered between all those who had gathered, careful not to get dragged in by the smoke.
"...I apologize, I was... out of it," she said finally, tugging at her scarf with one paw. The group wasn't destroyed. That was what she needed to focus on. "I'm Rin. My friend's Playerone." After a moment, she added, "We weren't here to ask for supplies- actually, we were going to invite you to Elysium's Stellar Collision Festival. We hadn't realized that... this happened."
Thinking back to the help that Goldenluxury and Idyllfields had provided her, she nodded. "Actually, we can provide supplies to the Typhoon, if you have anything specific you need."
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