07-29-2020, 02:48 AM
Paola has taken to sticking to certain people during her time in the Typhoon. It's easier to know that the person she's trying to get a reaction from won't try to drown her to ease their miseries, and quite frankly there are only a handful of people who seem to allow her to be her full, authentic, dumbass self without giving her a smack on the head. Devland, for example, might be one of them, considering the tom hadn't knocked her out when she all but crashed into him when he joined. He'd been injured, too, but Paola had somehow left the scene relatively unscathed with a new buddy to boot, so she sees it as a victory and decides that maybe she can trust him enough that she can be stupid around him.
So she follows his scent, trying to locate the newest teenager to the ranks, nose all but pressed against the ground and picking up his trail easily enough. What's concerning, however, is that she tastes blood in the air, too—blood, and something sweeter, almost sickeningly so, writhing horrifically through the sea-smell and rendering the combination unbearable. Her nose crinkles at that, concern lodging in the back of her throat, but she tries to convince herself that the smell of death is only prey and nothing more.
Coming up to the scene, Paola finds Michael and Devland, and for a moment her fears are forgotten as she bounds up to them eagerly. Her jaws part to form a greeting, but then she catches sight of the display just beyond, and each follicle of fur stands up on end immediately, bristling from the shock. "Mierda..." She strays forward a fraction, but it's clear she can no longer tell what the creature might have been other than a bloody, half-eaten carcass. Something warm and bitter pricks at her eyes, belatedly realized to be tears, and she recoils farther from the gruesome sight, instead inching closer to Devland and Michael.
Her form trembles almost violently, bones rattling with the sheer force of what she doesn't even realize is terror, and Paola forces herself to look away, gaze focusing on Devland's shoulder instead. Ears pinned to the back of her head, she opens her mouth and attempts to speak, "W-why would—Is that..?" Nothing sensible comes out, interrupted by a rattled breath as her pelt continues to bristle. She screws her eyes shut and forces the words off of her tongue. "Why? Who?" Why would they do such a thing? Who would do such a thing?
So she follows his scent, trying to locate the newest teenager to the ranks, nose all but pressed against the ground and picking up his trail easily enough. What's concerning, however, is that she tastes blood in the air, too—blood, and something sweeter, almost sickeningly so, writhing horrifically through the sea-smell and rendering the combination unbearable. Her nose crinkles at that, concern lodging in the back of her throat, but she tries to convince herself that the smell of death is only prey and nothing more.
Coming up to the scene, Paola finds Michael and Devland, and for a moment her fears are forgotten as she bounds up to them eagerly. Her jaws part to form a greeting, but then she catches sight of the display just beyond, and each follicle of fur stands up on end immediately, bristling from the shock. "Mierda..." She strays forward a fraction, but it's clear she can no longer tell what the creature might have been other than a bloody, half-eaten carcass. Something warm and bitter pricks at her eyes, belatedly realized to be tears, and she recoils farther from the gruesome sight, instead inching closer to Devland and Michael.
Her form trembles almost violently, bones rattling with the sheer force of what she doesn't even realize is terror, and Paola forces herself to look away, gaze focusing on Devland's shoulder instead. Ears pinned to the back of her head, she opens her mouth and attempts to speak, "W-why would—Is that..?" Nothing sensible comes out, interrupted by a rattled breath as her pelt continues to bristle. She screws her eyes shut and forces the words off of her tongue. "Why? Who?" Why would they do such a thing? Who would do such a thing?
BABY'S GOT A FACE LIKE THUNDER: