MY ONLY WISH - private; keona

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Val still remembered the raid, he hadn't been much use during it and hadn't really wanted to come along. After all a large commotion like the raid wouldn't have allowed him to do much. He was not all brawn and brute strength, no instead his mind was where his power laid and he already understood that. Though he was large in size his body was thin, lean, with ribs that skinned stretched over. He hardly ate and he barely slept but that was because he ate other things for nourishment that most would find disgusting. But the raid had given him the ability to understand the terrain of the Typhoon and the home in which they lived. It was dangerous living on and island with only one way in and one way out. Very dangerous and they could every easily become trapped here and this could become their grave. But he supposed that they had some kind of defensive plan to save them. Shaking his head a little bit, smoke trailed up from his body as thick paws moved forward. His glowing form shifted along the thick jungle like foliage as he crept, eyes of pink marble shifting over the lay of the land. What he had come for he didn't really know but fate would deem to help him. His jaws parted on a low breath as long ears pulled forward just slightly as he heard the sound of small paw steps.

He would show the Pitt that he was useful, he would show them that he could do things and he could take others from their homes. There was no way that he would become a slave again, no way that he would be subjugated to the whip and the harsh beatings. They had given him his freedom and he had to prove himself that he could be more than some filthy bug crawling through the mud ready to be stepped on. He gritted his teeth then as he scanned the area looking for whoever it was as the Typhoon was an enemy to his home. Surely Esklav would appreciate this and he swallowed thickly ready to use his mental capabilities as he pressed himself closer to a tree.

[member=265]Keona.[/member]

[Keona.]

✯ — female. minnow of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

The Pitts attack on the crew was the first time Keona had encountered such violence.  She had not meant to be close to any fighting. They had caught her off-guard.  The tiny fae had to skitter up a tree, least she be caught directly in the Pitt's path.  Not a situation she appreciated, especially when someone had tried lighting it on fire.  Her father had made quick work of that, of course.  Lucky, she supposed afterwards.  It would not have been necessary, if she had not wandered so far into the jungle, alone...

Nothing had stopped her before.  Nothing stopped her now, even, though there was a flicker of new caution in her pale, sea-green hues.  She stepped more slowly through the dense undergrowth, wincing whenever a leaf crinkled beneath her tiny paws.  Suddenly, the jungle seemed more dangerous than it had before.  The minnow had always been rather sure of herself; she had taken the time to learn her way through the trees, through the well-worn and barely-made paths alike.  Now, she felt her fur prick nervously.  Her ears kept perked, listening carefully.

She stepped close to a small, bubbling stream, tail flicking to-and-fro.  Maybe she should head back.

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]A sound, light airy breathing, hesitance and nervousness. These he felt and he allowed himself to lift his head up. Indeed someone was coming but who that was he didn't know and he couldn't find himself to care about that either. He was just here to make something work for himself. Beneficial. All that mattered was that he got something out of it and he allowed his eyes to scan over the area before he noticed the feline. She was small and that alone made him feel all the more worse for what he was about to do. He knew how bad the Pitt could be, he'd been a slave there. He'd been beaten and pushed into the ground but for his own self preservation he had to. Was it bad to just care about himself and only himself? Was it bad to not want to be pushed back down into that life once more and have his face shoved in the mud and skin stripped by the whip? He didn't know and he couldn't allow himself to think about it for too much longer. Expanding his mental capabilities was all that mattered in the end and he forced himself to focus on the small feline before him. It appeared she was blind with the way she took her steps and he tilted his head a little before opening his own mind, aiming to reach out to her.

His gaze took on a interesting glow as his powers worked, his shoulders hunching a little as he attempted to reach out into the feline's mind and make her feel as if she was standing on the edge of a steep cliff. He continued to try and make her feel as if wind was whipping all around her and even if she stepped back there would be another edge that dropped off down another steep cliff. Thunder would boom and blossom through the air but this would all be inside her head and nothing more. No sound would come from anywhere and no one would be able to hear save for himself and the Typhoon member he was concentrating on. Though the more this went forth the more tired he became.

[Keona.]

✯ — female. minnow of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

The minnow paused, jaw parted, nostrils flaring.  The skin-prickling feeling of being watched.  Something that didn't belong.  She had not heard anything.  Had not noticed... No.  The child did not like the feeling of someone touching her mind, a closed off, very independent space.  No one had ever done that before... Alien.  Too surprised to throw up any attempt of guarding.

Her sense of balance swayed.  Her heart caught in her throat.  No, no.  She was just by the stream... There's no ledge in this part of the jungle... The minnow wheezed out a frightened breath, ears flattening against her skull.  She very nearly jumped out of her skin at the clash of thunder, instinctively flattening herself to the ground.  The weather had been clear moments ago... Not a taste of rain in the air... "Stad le do thoil." Not real... Couldn't be real.  Not logically.  It didn't make sense.

She took a step back, then scrambled forward, sightless eyes wide in fear as she felt her paws slip where they shouldn't have.  Keona returned to a low crouch, trying to crumble beneath trembling legs.  She wanted her da... Maybe Uncle Sea or Raz... They could stop this... Surely... If she could just call for them... Would they even hear her from here?  She couldn't find her voice, couldn't catch her breath.  She couldn't run.  Run off a cliff.  No cliff.  But wasn't there?  All around her.  The ground simply dropped off.  Trapped.

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]His gaze watched the startled feline as his manipulation began to take hold and he allowed a breath to leave his throat. It was working but he couldn't sit here and hold it for long. He had to make his move or else he would lose the change right? This was what he had come for anyway, to see if he could actually capture someone while actively using his mental abilities. Flicking his tail back and forth slowly the large beast crouched and he slipped forward as the feline crouched against the ground. He could almost taste her fear and her confusion considering she had been just walking through the jungle a few moments before. Lowering his head a bit the beast would allow his tail to softly brush against ferns, ears pulling  back tighter against his skull. He then proceeded to lunge forward aiming to clamp his jaws around the scruff of the much smaller creature and then he would swing her if he managed to get her. Jerking her up with him so take her away from this place and across the land bridge, running at a rather quick speed.

[Keona.]

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. minnow of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Wha- Keona barely had a second to cry out in surprise, gasping softly in fear as she was grabbed, far more roughly than anyone in her family had ever picked her up.  Thoughts of cliffs vanished.  She knew that scent.  Pitt.  She squirmed frightfully, uncertain if she should try kicking or not; she could tell he was so much bigger than her.  This was no friend.

She could feel the wind sharp against her fur.  Going away.  Da.  "H-hey!" Why?  "L-lemme go!" A sinking part of her logical mind knew it was pointless.  He had a destination.  His jaws were large enough to crush her surely; what could she do against that?  Da'll stop him... Any moment... Right?

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯