KIADA
do not misunderstand me when i call myself a shell
i mean a used up bullet casing
The last time Kiada had set out on Longnight, she had been unprepared. No fish, no Luxere, aimlessly following the fading light of a departing herd. And Isla had died, nearly immediately. Samuel had left. And it was only Caiside and her to bring the creature back, a creature she’d come to love and share a soul with. A creature willing to go on this quest with her. And part of it hurts to have to be doing it again.
But her thoughts are interrupted as she offers the staff to Jigano, the feeling of his thank you and pulse sent toward her that she nods to. Because she doesn’t want to attract too much attention, and that she’s not yet strong enough to speak like him and Amalia can while not in their furs. But it doesn’t matter, she thinks she’s prepared, she hopes she is.
But she isn’t.
The winds shift, taking the smell of the Hollowed Grounds with it — replacing it with the scent of home, and her icy gaze lifts to spot the shadow that approaches, the garbled words on the wind. And she tightens her hands along the weapons she’s been given, even though her fingers tremble, white knuckled as she stands stock still.
He is not right, but she knew it would be like this. “Ru’in…?” She calls out to him, though her voice wavers, her heart yearns, and it hurts so much more than she thought it ever would. And he’s reaching for her, but Auni stands in her way, antlers lowered and pointed at the man, shadow, creature. Perhaps the most aggressive he has ever been.
Jigano might be able to feel her apprehension, her pain at the freckles, the stone skin, as she steps forward to stand beside Auni, out of reach. “No. I can’t.” She tells him, her heart hurting. “Come with me, with us. Deimos is here. You’re mother is here.” She will give him a chance, but her stance changes in case he attacks.
“Please?”
But her thoughts are interrupted as she offers the staff to Jigano, the feeling of his thank you and pulse sent toward her that she nods to. Because she doesn’t want to attract too much attention, and that she’s not yet strong enough to speak like him and Amalia can while not in their furs. But it doesn’t matter, she thinks she’s prepared, she hopes she is.
But she isn’t.
The winds shift, taking the smell of the Hollowed Grounds with it — replacing it with the scent of home, and her icy gaze lifts to spot the shadow that approaches, the garbled words on the wind. And she tightens her hands along the weapons she’s been given, even though her fingers tremble, white knuckled as she stands stock still.
He is not right, but she knew it would be like this. “Ru’in…?” She calls out to him, though her voice wavers, her heart yearns, and it hurts so much more than she thought it ever would. And he’s reaching for her, but Auni stands in her way, antlers lowered and pointed at the man, shadow, creature. Perhaps the most aggressive he has ever been.
Jigano might be able to feel her apprehension, her pain at the freckles, the stone skin, as she steps forward to stand beside Auni, out of reach. “No. I can’t.” She tells him, her heart hurting. “Come with me, with us. Deimos is here. You’re mother is here.” She will give him a chance, but her stance changes in case he attacks.
“Please?”
as in, the aftermath of something lethal
as in, an echo of inflicted evil
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
