mind your distance | playing

[Dazir]

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The length of her tail thrashed about in clear irritation, the stinger equipped on the end leaking copious amounts of venom. Her ears pressed further against her skull as another child made her way onto the scene, fussing at her uttering nearly the same words the other kid did. Playing. Whatever playing was she did not see it in a positive light. The boy had tackled her to the ground and now her shoulder hurt. In her opinion he deserved the retaliation she gifted him with. But for Ares to come out and tell her "no harm" when Dazir felt harmed herself cause the manticore to bristle with hostility.

A defiant growl rippled within her throat and bubbled up from her maw as she swatted at the open air, claws extended. A warning for Ares and the two original children to stay clear from her, although she made no movement towards them. Dazir pushed herself against the base of the tree behind her, snapping her narrowed gaze in the direction of Aurum while he called her name. There was that word again, play. Whatever this playing was she did not like it, it reminded her too much of the arena and it was certainly anything but fun. Shaking her head back and forth vigorously she took another step back.

Oh how she wished to be able to communicate her thoughts to them, her opinion and history. However at the moment she was beginning to feel cornered and so she look to and fro for a suitable escape route. After spotting one she began to head in that direction but halted once Elsweyr stepped in the way. There was no way out now. Had this been the arena it would have meant certain death, yet the cheetah beckoned her closer. Based on the tension circulating the group alone, instinct told her to flee. However no one seemed as if the would attack her. Hesitantly and with visible reluctance she approached Elsweyr with an apprehensive eye.

Quietly she listened to the woman's chastising, rigid shoulders slumping as a small sense of understanding began to trickle into her mind. Fun. Kindness. Playing. These were words that were not part of what she knew. Prior to her arrival an form of physical touch was a negative thing. But now they were trying to make her believe that there could be some good in it. A low huff fell from her jaws a sign that she understood now matter how she felt about it.

"better start running" —-- Dazir / Tanglewood / misc. / [color=black]kagome