AmaLIa
shield of safrin
Would it have been better if she hadn't seen the creature before its terrible demise? Would the shock have been less, the blow not so painful? It looks like a distant cousin of Jyoti's, the flat and leaf-like creature that dances delicately through the sky. Indeed it is Jyoti who notices it first, the little whale swimming back from her adventuring with an excited trill and drawing Amalia's attention up.
"Oh," she breathes, wonder and awe lighting up her weary face. "Oh, Jyo, it's-"
And then, the scream.
Is the manta screaming, or is Amalia? Terror, disbelief, shock and fury flash across her features, followed swiftly by horror and disgust as the creature crashes out of the sky. The rain of its blood catches her squarely, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and hair; she would scramble away if only she could move.
As it is she can only paw the ground uselessly, dragging her legs back as her body half-shifts in its alarm, arms growing feathers in preparation for wings, claws and fangs sprouting from nails and teeth. "What the fuck?!"
"Oh," she breathes, wonder and awe lighting up her weary face. "Oh, Jyo, it's-"
And then, the scream.
Is the manta screaming, or is Amalia? Terror, disbelief, shock and fury flash across her features, followed swiftly by horror and disgust as the creature crashes out of the sky. The rain of its blood catches her squarely, leaving smears of red on her cheeks and hair; she would scramble away if only she could move.
As it is she can only paw the ground uselessly, dragging her legs back as her body half-shifts in its alarm, arms growing feathers in preparation for wings, claws and fangs sprouting from nails and teeth. "What the fuck?!"
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
