07-23-2020, 12:18 AM
The call of a frightened cub alone was enough to make Aurum approach, the large shaderunner having been out on the hunt before Nicabar's call reached him. A frown came to his muzzle at the distressed tone in the child's voice, and he soon found himself making large strides to get over to him, wings occasionally flapping to move him faster. When he eventually came upon the serval caught within the trap, he found himself unsurprised by the situation – after all, quite a few new joiners found themselves caught up in traps when they were just looking for shelter. However, while the circumstances surrounding Nicabar didn't surprise him, the child himself very much did. As soon as the angel laid his eyes upon the serval, it was like an instant headache, much to his chagrin. His angelic sight immediately began to try and pinpoint what was happening, but it wasn't truly able to, because there was a veritable swarm of spirits laying before him. Aurum found himself recoiling at the confusion of it all, his eyes narrowing and his head spinning in an attempt to make sense of it all. It took a long few seconds before things finally began to click, and he was able to calm himself enough to focus.
Unfortunately for him, perhaps it would've been better if he hadn't managed to decipher it all. As the fog began to clear, the angel was stunned by the presence of certain souls. Spirits he recognized, within the serval. Two of them caused him to want to recoil even more, or even run the child out of the territory, but there was one... one that left him breathless. Moth. His beloved sister. The sister he had never thought he would see again, because he had thought her lost as a result of the tremors. His chest tightened, and the lion's movements were almost mechanical as he carefully moved forward, moving to release Nicabar from the trap that he was stuck in, and help him to solid ground. Aurum wasn't even sure what to say, feeling dizzy and vaguely disoriented. Eventually he found himself sitting, just so that he wouldn't fall over. It took seemingly ages before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and slightly breaking, "Who... who are you?" The lion had none of his usual eloquence, or friendliness. Instead, he was just stunned, and vaguely horrified.
Unfortunately for him, perhaps it would've been better if he hadn't managed to decipher it all. As the fog began to clear, the angel was stunned by the presence of certain souls. Spirits he recognized, within the serval. Two of them caused him to want to recoil even more, or even run the child out of the territory, but there was one... one that left him breathless. Moth. His beloved sister. The sister he had never thought he would see again, because he had thought her lost as a result of the tremors. His chest tightened, and the lion's movements were almost mechanical as he carefully moved forward, moving to release Nicabar from the trap that he was stuck in, and help him to solid ground. Aurum wasn't even sure what to say, feeling dizzy and vaguely disoriented. Eventually he found himself sitting, just so that he wouldn't fall over. It took seemingly ages before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and slightly breaking, "Who... who are you?" The lion had none of his usual eloquence, or friendliness. Instead, he was just stunned, and vaguely horrified.
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— Reggan