Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Loren stumbles backwards, not to the side, a choice which the leopardess at first thinks dubious but understands immediately as the creature comes into view. Part dragon, part deer, it is a beautiful thing; for a moment the Shield forgets her fight, taken in by awe for the animal, her dark eyes widening in open admiration. Never has the girl seen anything like it, and she is entranced, bewitched, enraptured by its gaze.
It is the heat of it that reminds her of the danger, burning suddenly in the space before her skin. Amalia comes back to herself a little bit dazed, balking and scrambling to avoid the creature, her body flipping and winding around. Seconds too late the girl reacts, her body contorting in the air as wings take the place of forelegs, long tail shifting into feathers which singe within the qilin's flames, sending an acrid smell coiling through the room.
The qilin may be beautiful, but the owl is swift, a small and fervent fighter thoroughly enjoying this new challenge. With a stubborn screech she rises up before plummeting back down, Loren clearly in her sight, talons extended as she attempt to swoop in and grab his fiery hair.
It is the heat of it that reminds her of the danger, burning suddenly in the space before her skin. Amalia comes back to herself a little bit dazed, balking and scrambling to avoid the creature, her body flipping and winding around. Seconds too late the girl reacts, her body contorting in the air as wings take the place of forelegs, long tail shifting into feathers which singe within the qilin's flames, sending an acrid smell coiling through the room.
The qilin may be beautiful, but the owl is swift, a small and fervent fighter thoroughly enjoying this new challenge. With a stubborn screech she rises up before plummeting back down, Loren clearly in her sight, talons extended as she attempt to swoop in and grab his fiery hair.
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
