AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Unusually sardonic and bitter lately, Aisha huffed and refused eye contact, having felt the mischievous grin angled her way. Couldn't he see that she was miserable? Being cold and achy had really sucked the joy out of everything, even her biting sarcasm didn't make her feel better. Right now, Zuriel was the only one who seemed to understand, and the leopardess appreciated the unicorn's morals.
Deimos still sat nearby, silent until he settled on his answer. And she wasn't surprised, but it still made her sink a little. Nobody could really help in this situation, like he said she was on her own, living life in a snow globe. She wondered briefly if Deimos had ever seen her sulk, so often she was on her feet, giving hearty speeches and fighting with blazing resolve. This was a different aspect of her personality, the part that was inclined to crawl into a shell and internalize all the pain.
Distraction was possibly the best course of action, the request for a story brought her gaze away from the crackling fire. She'd told stories of her home world before, but nothing too personal. Delving into her memories might help ease the torment of the present, and so she turned to face him. Still a bit hesitant and still with a pulsing pressure in her forehead, she sighed.
"Okay," she started, withdrawing her hands from the unicorns mane and the leg of the chair to place them on the table and lean on her elbows. "Where I'm from, everyone is a shifter. We don't have 'accepted' or 'abandoned' and definitely no robovamps. Just everyone and their one animal."
"My kingdom was ruled by the Khai, leopard shifters. First ever battle I saw was a skirmish between our people and the Khan, the tiger clan. Border skirmish broke out, as they do, and I get sent there as back up." she grimaced, reaching up to massage a circle at her jaw. "By the time my unit gets there, Khan have the village burning to the ground."
Deimos still sat nearby, silent until he settled on his answer. And she wasn't surprised, but it still made her sink a little. Nobody could really help in this situation, like he said she was on her own, living life in a snow globe. She wondered briefly if Deimos had ever seen her sulk, so often she was on her feet, giving hearty speeches and fighting with blazing resolve. This was a different aspect of her personality, the part that was inclined to crawl into a shell and internalize all the pain.
Distraction was possibly the best course of action, the request for a story brought her gaze away from the crackling fire. She'd told stories of her home world before, but nothing too personal. Delving into her memories might help ease the torment of the present, and so she turned to face him. Still a bit hesitant and still with a pulsing pressure in her forehead, she sighed.
"Okay," she started, withdrawing her hands from the unicorns mane and the leg of the chair to place them on the table and lean on her elbows. "Where I'm from, everyone is a shifter. We don't have 'accepted' or 'abandoned' and definitely no robovamps. Just everyone and their one animal."
"My kingdom was ruled by the Khai, leopard shifters. First ever battle I saw was a skirmish between our people and the Khan, the tiger clan. Border skirmish broke out, as they do, and I get sent there as back up." she grimaced, reaching up to massage a circle at her jaw. "By the time my unit gets there, Khan have the village burning to the ground."
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
