HEAD FOR THE HILLS - open; Typhoon capture

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]It had worked and things had went well despite his better judgement. It was only an experiment to see if he had the mental capacity to make someone hallicinate and see what he wanted them to see. Though it had been heavily tiring to keep it up considering he wasn’t used to using his powers offensively at all. The most he had ever down was talk to someone with his mind. Not use it as a way to attack someone or even forget themselves. All of this was trial and error and he was sure that there would come a day he would mess up but he had to continue. This benefited him so much and he would be able to protect himself. These abilities he had kept hidden from the Pitt for so long and now that he was expanding on them he would use them to protect himself. Did he feel bad because of all the guinea pigs he was using in order to flesh out his own capabilities? Yes. He did but he couldn’t stop to think about it because he was always in danger of dropping and becoming that slave again.

His jaws were still clamped around the scruff of the tiny cat but he was being careful as they crossed the heated desert. The sun was starting to rise so it was just mildly warm as the cold began to leech away. His nose twitched as he took in the scent of him and crossed along a high sand dune. Thee travel has certainly been taxing and he had wanted to eat so badly but he couldn’t allow it. At least not yet. Quill might be around to provide if he asked him nicely. Regardless the large yet skinny creature moved forward and pushed his way up the slope and into the fortress that the Pitt resides in. With a gentleness he set the small feline down and he watched her. He knew that she was blind from her mannerisms and so he was careful. ”You are going to live here from now on. What’s your name?”

[member=265]Keona.[/member]

[Keona.]

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

The petite fae had gone quiet at some point on the way.  Stopped kicking.  Stopped pretending her claws were long and sharp - perhaps sharp - enough to do some damage.  To do something.  Resigned to dangle in the jaws of someone she did not know.  It'd gotten drier too.  The sea-breeze, something she had known her entirel life, even before she and her father landed on Typhoon shores, was gone.  It was not hot yet, but she could feel the sun on her fur.  Had heard the distinct sound of paws sliding on sand as they made the trip.  Not beach sand.

Here? No, I don't think so. Keona's ears flattened sharply against her skull, paws skidding a few steps back away from the voice's presence.  Her blood boiled. "Says who?" the minnow protested, tail lashing.  Her pale, sea-green hues flickered, the gears in her brain moving.  He was Pitt... This had to be... The Pitt's home then.  Away from the ocean, with strange sand.  But how far was that?  How long had they been traveling? "Is é an Typhoon mo bhaile," her voice felt small.  She felt small.  She was, after all, but even in the Typhoon, where there were jungle leaves larger than her, it had bothered her less than it did now.

This was enemy territory.

"Keona." They would only have one of her names. "I want to go home." Da was probably just a little behind us.  He'll catch up. Then they'll be sorry.  Uncle Sea and Raziel too. "You don' decide where I live," that was her job.  Or... Her family's.  No stranger could just decide that.

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

[guts]

She had once been ripped away from her family, too. She was taken away from everything she knew, forced into a new place with new faces but the same rules. She wasn't a person still, only an object that had been bought and taken away from her mother. She tried not to think about it, willing the memory away every time it surfaced, as it only caused problems. They were too painful for her to think about.

So, as she came across them, Cosette could empathize with how the kitten felt. She could see the fear in her eyes and she knew that on that day she had had the same look. Confusion, apprehension. She had wanted to go back, to be by her mother's side again. But she had quickly learned, had grown up and matured quickly as she endured it all alone. She wasn't a naive child for long.

The serval knew that this was what happened, believing this was a normal thing. But it didn't dull the ache in her chest as she watched the small child. It wasn't fair, but life wasn't easy, either. Unsure how to think or feel, she lowered her eyes towards the sand, a saddened frown on her face. She quickly shook her head as she began to recall that time again, trying to ignore the echoes in her brain. She shouldn't be here.

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