AMALIA
No, no one in her life would have ever thought that the shy, waif-like girl, pious and delicate and all too cowardly at times, would have turned out to be a fearsome leopardess. Least of all, Amalia. But Safrin makes her strong, Vi gives her power, and she will stand against the darkness and death and that, apparently, includes Shia LeBeouf.
See, this is what happens when you don’t listen to the Old Gods. Barriers fall. The monsters get out, and new monsters get in.
When the leopardess’ eyes clear, the girl can see that Shia has disappeared, and is both relieved and slightly disappointed. Before she can suggest to Melita that maybe they should leave the woods and go get someone stronger and smarter than they, the flame-kissed girl rushes into the darkness. The only thing Amalia can do is follow her. Padding frantically after the too-brave girl, it is only luck that places Melita’s foot in the trap and not her own paw. The Sheild recoils, shifting to her bird form in order to avoid potentially tripping another one. She lands lightly on the steel part and inspects the device (they don’t use these kinds of things here - they are an Outlander invention, one that stinks of cruelty, and Amalia hates it).
There’s a trigger release - and then she spots the light of a cottage nearby. Owlalia forms a plan and then shifts back to her human form. “It’s ok, I’m here. I’ll get this off and then you wrap your leg really tightly, ok?” Pressing down on the trigger to open the vicious jaws, she holds them agape long enough for Melita to hopefully get her leg out. One problem at a time. That’s what Wessex and Deimos would do.
Now... to solve the blood loss problem.Gods, she wishes Deimos were here.
See, this is what happens when you don’t listen to the Old Gods. Barriers fall. The monsters get out, and new monsters get in.
When the leopardess’ eyes clear, the girl can see that Shia has disappeared, and is both relieved and slightly disappointed. Before she can suggest to Melita that maybe they should leave the woods and go get someone stronger and smarter than they, the flame-kissed girl rushes into the darkness. The only thing Amalia can do is follow her. Padding frantically after the too-brave girl, it is only luck that places Melita’s foot in the trap and not her own paw. The Sheild recoils, shifting to her bird form in order to avoid potentially tripping another one. She lands lightly on the steel part and inspects the device (they don’t use these kinds of things here - they are an Outlander invention, one that stinks of cruelty, and Amalia hates it).
There’s a trigger release - and then she spots the light of a cottage nearby. Owlalia forms a plan and then shifts back to her human form. “It’s ok, I’m here. I’ll get this off and then you wrap your leg really tightly, ok?” Pressing down on the trigger to open the vicious jaws, she holds them agape long enough for Melita to hopefully get her leg out. One problem at a time. That’s what Wessex and Deimos would do.
Now... to solve the blood loss problem.Gods, she wishes Deimos were here.
