12-05-2020, 03:45 PM
AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN
AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN
elsweyr — tanglewood — three years
She had dealt with much these past few weeks. Watched things evolve and change, how some things had changed even her. This group she had decided to dedicate her time to had definitely changed her. The ongoing revolts against the forces that tried to stamp on them. She concluded that she wished to stay, she wished to fight. Her tail swayed back and forth as she tried to determine what else she could do, what else was there that void rip them from the grasps of their enslaves. Tanglewood was as old as her own tribe was although perhaps younger, yet it was rich in it's own tale and people. Her thoughts strayed as she took a step forward along the swampy grounds, listening to the way the water moved. How it seemed to hiss as it touched her skin. Whatever that...lion had done to her it had awaken something and she was not too sure she could control it. What if it got out? Perhaps awakening it made it more and more powerful. She was sure that Stryker could force it out of her again and she felt revulsion.
Yet her head snapped up as she heard something. A shout and then the sounds of fighting. Immediately the king cheetah moved, head covered on her croc skull as she prayed to Cipactli that no one else was getting hurt by those Wanderers. And it seemed her prayers were met with agreance as what she saw was not the enemy but a creature ensnared and fearful, snapping powerful jaws on one of their own. It was not a Wanderer but it made it no different and she stepped forward holding her skull wearing head up high as the beads in her braided mane clicked together. "Release him and she will be fine. Tanglewood is no threat to her. We do not wish to harm her. Be calm." Her voice was low and gentle as she took another step forward, this time lowering her head a bit.
Gently she reached a paw forward to attempt to remove the thing that was holding the young manticore down. She had never seen one before so she kept herself on guard but she made sure to keep her eyes on the other's gaze, hoping she would release the Tangler once her entrapment was gone.
Yet her head snapped up as she heard something. A shout and then the sounds of fighting. Immediately the king cheetah moved, head covered on her croc skull as she prayed to Cipactli that no one else was getting hurt by those Wanderers. And it seemed her prayers were met with agreance as what she saw was not the enemy but a creature ensnared and fearful, snapping powerful jaws on one of their own. It was not a Wanderer but it made it no different and she stepped forward holding her skull wearing head up high as the beads in her braided mane clicked together. "Release him and she will be fine. Tanglewood is no threat to her. We do not wish to harm her. Be calm." Her voice was low and gentle as she took another step forward, this time lowering her head a bit.
Gently she reached a paw forward to attempt to remove the thing that was holding the young manticore down. She had never seen one before so she kept herself on guard but she made sure to keep her eyes on the other's gaze, hoping she would release the Tangler once her entrapment was gone.