KIADA
The caracal fights the urge to roll her eyes as Jigano goes off on a tangent, half listening half not, until he poised questions to her. There’s a fury beneath the outer exterior that she’s never seen before — and it shows her that he would rather deflect than take the criticism. Her head cocks and eyes narrow on his figure as he comments about them not finding him and her nose wrinkles. “You weren’t inconvenient. You didn’t fucking tell anyone where you were going, and you were gone for… what? A couple of weeks? Hardly enough to warrant alarm until the end when you reappeared and suddenly that’s our fault?” She hisses to him, ears flat against her skull.
Ah, but she had planned to remain in her feline form until she left the confines of the ruins, but as his fist hits the wall she imagines that she can manage the shift to human again. And when she does, she lets that same icy gaze stare at him, hardening and narrowing at the outburst. She’s wearing a tank top of sorts that reveals the puncture to her shoulder and the garish scabbing from Melita’s arrow. And pants that are adorned in dust and dirt, as though she hadn’t had the time to change before squirreling herself away from the rest of the world.
“So then apologize to us, own your mistakes. You know what they are.” She snaps to him, her hands trembling as she closes them into fists and listens as he directs her to go to the infirmary. She won’t go, not yet. Not until she knows Amalia and Deimos are back with Ronin, Remi, and Ashetta. And she turns on her heel to head back the way she came, to collect her jacket and go somewhere else.
But before she goes, she looks over her wounded shoulder at him, her shirt low enough in the back to show to burn scars along her spine and the hard lines of talon and puncture wounds along her shoulders. “Oh and Jigano? Don’t tell me what to do.” She snaps before her boots click on the ground and she leaves like the night.
Ah, but she had planned to remain in her feline form until she left the confines of the ruins, but as his fist hits the wall she imagines that she can manage the shift to human again. And when she does, she lets that same icy gaze stare at him, hardening and narrowing at the outburst. She’s wearing a tank top of sorts that reveals the puncture to her shoulder and the garish scabbing from Melita’s arrow. And pants that are adorned in dust and dirt, as though she hadn’t had the time to change before squirreling herself away from the rest of the world.
“So then apologize to us, own your mistakes. You know what they are.” She snaps to him, her hands trembling as she closes them into fists and listens as he directs her to go to the infirmary. She won’t go, not yet. Not until she knows Amalia and Deimos are back with Ronin, Remi, and Ashetta. And she turns on her heel to head back the way she came, to collect her jacket and go somewhere else.
But before she goes, she looks over her wounded shoulder at him, her shirt low enough in the back to show to burn scars along her spine and the hard lines of talon and puncture wounds along her shoulders. “Oh and Jigano? Don’t tell me what to do.” She snaps before her boots click on the ground and she leaves like the night.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
