08-07-2020, 12:15 AM
DELILAH EVERGARDEN
"The Gods have forsaken us."
Child.
Child. Child. Child. Child.
Naive child.
The ruined voice, horror-inducing and threatening. Delilah felt the heavy weight of snapping bones when her wing lifted up to guard her, flashes of pain causing a flash of red behind those pastel eyes. Large body moved, fire crackling behind sharp fangs before she struggled and shifted back and away- in time to watch electricity spark. Her leader was choking, her beloved friend..
You know better than to let him die. You know better than to watch it happen again.
"Don't call me child."
Came the abrupt growl as the woman glanced away for a moment, mud rising and hardening to form a wall between herself and the whistle of ice daggers, antennae atop her head twitching as she turned her head towards the form whom had attacked her.
Resist them. Don't fall prey to the flames of anger.
When the mud wall fell, Delilah quickly glanced over to Silent once more. Think, think! Vigenere could hold his own, couldn't he? But the enemy was far larger.. and someone was targeting her as well.
With a desperate look towards Vigenere, Delilah moved to escape- to leap up into a tree, claws grappling to find purchase until they did, and Delilah tried to hide herself amongst the thick branches long enough to watch. To wait.
If Vigenere couldn't escape that grip, she would risk her life to help him. But she couldn't make it worse- if Silent wanted to, he could have easily snapped the man's neck right then and there. Felidae necks were much weaker than a dragon or.. Whatever he was.
As for the bird that had shot ice daggers at her, intensified senses seemingly darted out in an attempt to make sure he didn't chase her.
Shrugging off her saddlebag to lift weight off of her body, the woman kept her form still- injured wing hanging shakily at her side. She had to play this.. Skillfully. If someone was hurt, she needed to rush to their aid. She couldn't be in the middle of the fight unless Vigenere gave signal for her to help him.
Right?
RIGHT?
Before she knew it, the woman had taken her chance and leaped down from the tree, fire unleashed from tempered jaws towards [member=14429]SILΞNT.[/member] in an attempt to scald the man's upper body, careful of Vigenere's own smaller one.
She would be vulnerable to those damn ice daggers if she didn't back away.. She needed to choose..
Child. Child. Child. Child.
Naive child.
The ruined voice, horror-inducing and threatening. Delilah felt the heavy weight of snapping bones when her wing lifted up to guard her, flashes of pain causing a flash of red behind those pastel eyes. Large body moved, fire crackling behind sharp fangs before she struggled and shifted back and away- in time to watch electricity spark. Her leader was choking, her beloved friend..
You know better than to let him die. You know better than to watch it happen again.
"Don't call me child."
Came the abrupt growl as the woman glanced away for a moment, mud rising and hardening to form a wall between herself and the whistle of ice daggers, antennae atop her head twitching as she turned her head towards the form whom had attacked her.
Resist them. Don't fall prey to the flames of anger.
When the mud wall fell, Delilah quickly glanced over to Silent once more. Think, think! Vigenere could hold his own, couldn't he? But the enemy was far larger.. and someone was targeting her as well.
With a desperate look towards Vigenere, Delilah moved to escape- to leap up into a tree, claws grappling to find purchase until they did, and Delilah tried to hide herself amongst the thick branches long enough to watch. To wait.
If Vigenere couldn't escape that grip, she would risk her life to help him. But she couldn't make it worse- if Silent wanted to, he could have easily snapped the man's neck right then and there. Felidae necks were much weaker than a dragon or.. Whatever he was.
As for the bird that had shot ice daggers at her, intensified senses seemingly darted out in an attempt to make sure he didn't chase her.
Shrugging off her saddlebag to lift weight off of her body, the woman kept her form still- injured wing hanging shakily at her side. She had to play this.. Skillfully. If someone was hurt, she needed to rush to their aid. She couldn't be in the middle of the fight unless Vigenere gave signal for her to help him.
Right?
RIGHT?
Before she knew it, the woman had taken her chance and leaped down from the tree, fire unleashed from tempered jaws towards [member=14429]SILΞNT.[/member] in an attempt to scald the man's upper body, careful of Vigenere's own smaller one.
She would be vulnerable to those damn ice daggers if she didn't back away.. She needed to choose..
tags - penned by [member=1260]ryuu-tan[/member]