- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
Thal hisses softly as she feels where the rock had dug into her hip, quite certain it's going to leave a bruise that will be a multitude of colors. It doesn't stop her from cradling the squirming cub in her arms, doing her best to keep it from finding another reason to leap to its death. Her fingers are tangled in the white fur, surprised by how soft it is, like a cloud brushing lightly in her hold. She's looking through the black spots and thick pelt for wounds, but the soft mewling doesn't sound distressed and suddenly there's a man stepping in front of her, flaring the adrenaline again.
She hasn't risen from where she'd rolled from the edge of the cliff, feeling like a vulnerable child curled up hugging her teddy bear. Defenses form, muscles stiffen, and blue eyes narrow as she does her best to stand gracefully with the cub still in her arms. The wiggles and nuzzles batter against her thick walls, and Thal can't help the way she soothes with a gentle hand, nearly giving a melodic hum to calm it as she focuses on the man.
He's tall, but not as tall as Asta - and not nearly as intimidating. Not as the rough gravel of his words ring with something akin to kindness in the wake of her blazing emotions. She plants her feet, lifting her chin to flash her fangs at him - more annoyance than threat at having been interrupted. Her words are similarly flat with a sarcastic edge to them, cold despite the heat of fire at her back. "She doesn't deserve to die just because you can't keep your eyes on her." Looking down at the kitten-soft paws against her arm, Thal turns her hand just enough that it looks like she's adjusting her hold rather than scratching just beneath the leopard's jaw then behind the ear. She ignores the purrs that make her want to melt, glaring up at the man who had risked such an innocent creature's life with stupidity. "What kind of person lets a cub run loose in a place like this?"
She hasn't risen from where she'd rolled from the edge of the cliff, feeling like a vulnerable child curled up hugging her teddy bear. Defenses form, muscles stiffen, and blue eyes narrow as she does her best to stand gracefully with the cub still in her arms. The wiggles and nuzzles batter against her thick walls, and Thal can't help the way she soothes with a gentle hand, nearly giving a melodic hum to calm it as she focuses on the man.
He's tall, but not as tall as Asta - and not nearly as intimidating. Not as the rough gravel of his words ring with something akin to kindness in the wake of her blazing emotions. She plants her feet, lifting her chin to flash her fangs at him - more annoyance than threat at having been interrupted. Her words are similarly flat with a sarcastic edge to them, cold despite the heat of fire at her back. "She doesn't deserve to die just because you can't keep your eyes on her." Looking down at the kitten-soft paws against her arm, Thal turns her hand just enough that it looks like she's adjusting her hold rather than scratching just beneath the leopard's jaw then behind the ear. She ignores the purrs that make her want to melt, glaring up at the man who had risked such an innocent creature's life with stupidity. "What kind of person lets a cub run loose in a place like this?"
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
