Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
Curiosity drew her in but Ellyra was still hesitant and still afraid. Others made their way down the beach towards the Family’s mouth piece and Ellyra drew her lion-shifted self as close as she though safe (which was still behind most folks).
It spoke — Vox — and she shuddered. Her ears twitched on her head like satellites, trying to catch the sounds but feeling uneasy as this same voice had been in her head too many times.
With a feline gasp (merely a dropping of her jaw) she watched as the others took. She was too slow, too hesitant. Everything was quickly accounted for, which left the lioness with shifting eyes between the sands and Vox. Then she acted, quickly, and ripped at the table cloth with her jaws.
Ellyra grabs the table cloth.
It spoke — Vox — and she shuddered. Her ears twitched on her head like satellites, trying to catch the sounds but feeling uneasy as this same voice had been in her head too many times.
With a feline gasp (merely a dropping of her jaw) she watched as the others took. She was too slow, too hesitant. Everything was quickly accounted for, which left the lioness with shifting eyes between the sands and Vox. Then she acted, quickly, and ripped at the table cloth with her jaws.
Ellyra grabs the table cloth.
Before I make the final sacrifice
