ALWAYS QUICK TO FOLLOW ☆ dante

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Fear. It was an emotion that Fraggle had felt plenty of times before due to his small stature as a rabbit. However, he hadn't been expecting to feel it so freshly just while exploring. Dante's approach was initially just an interesting encounter in the boy's mind, but it became clear as the other grew closer that the sharkcat wasn't particularly friendly. Fraggle's ears were drawn back as he shrank down, trying to move a bit away from Dante as he muttered, "I was just... wandering..." As he stared up at the other, his own aura fluctuated and flared to life, the flaming form of Aurum looming over Dante – even if the Pittian was unable to see it. The heightening of his aura only served to make things more confusing for Fragglerock, though. Inside of him, that feeling of fear remained, but it was joined by a sense of anger, and grief. A voice in his head chanted a mantra, over and over, he is the one who hurt her. He didn't understand it, though.

If Frag was feeling a bit less overwhelmed, he might've taken the easier, logical route out of the situation. After all, he had fire elementals – it wouldn't have been too hard to lash out with them and bolt. He probably would've been able to get far enough away to make a clean escape. Unfortunately, the boy wasn't thinking clearly, his body a tornado of fear and flashbacks that he was struggling to understand. So, he found himself frozen on the spot, muttering in response to Dante's questioning, "Where I am? Well... no. Like I said, I was just wandering, and I just came across this place. I wasn't trying to intentionally trespass, if that's what you think. I... In fact, I can go right now." He pointed with a slightly shaky paw behind him, back in the direction he had come from. In the back of his mind – beneath the torrent of memories and anger – he silently hoped that Dante would just... let him leave.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?