KIADA
There’s paws that push her to the ground, igniting that predator within her too as she wriggles beneath those retracted claws and large paws to squirm and turn, kicking out with her back legs to try and push him off – a hiss accompanying her as she dives straight into the skin she’s living in. And she can feel the connection they take, the force that shutters her knees as she succeeds, pushing him off and granting her a bit of space to hop up and try and lift one of those ribboned paws again.
She looks to him, feeling the warring of emotions within him, remembering how she had felt when she’d arrived and found her shift to be this way. She pulses that kinship toward him, that similar feeling of the worlds she’s fallen through, the friends she’s lost, the family left behind. But she shares her optimism too, the fact that it’s a new life with a new world – dangerous as it might be – but a new place for friends and family. A fresh start, if you ever really needed one, and somehow it’s easier for her. To forget about her home and those she loved to focus on what was here and now.
At least until she went home at night, alone, thinking of everything she missed until she fell asleep in a heap of anxious feathers and a similar sorrow that takes over her in the darkest hour.
His voice is heard loud and clear in her mind, the way he looks away and down to his paws, and she approaches ever so slowly as his question hits her mind. She pauses, halting in her step, the one paw still lifted as tufted ears perk toward him. You just… At some point you realize it’s not a dream. And it sucks, you cry and scream at how unfair it is. She offers – because she had. She had screamed at gods for the wrongdoings to her.
And still she’s ended up without everything, family appearing by happenstance and nothing more. Luck, not some divine intervention. Luck. And then you move on, you take what you can get. You can’t go back, you can’t bring anyone here. There’s no path to take to try and live that old you. Her gaze softens, a softness to the bond as well as she shares that kinship with him. So you make new ones. She begins to move again, going to circle him until she comes up on his other side and they’re facing the same way – that paw lifted as she tries to boop him on the head once more. It gets easier, Chuy. It sucks, for a… Long while. But you’re not alone. He isn’t alone with the experience – all the Outlanders could likely say the same.
If nothing else, she’s here for him, with all the experience of losing world after world, path after path. And now? Nothing guides her, there's little of a point to it when she expects everything to get ripped away from her again.
She looks to him, feeling the warring of emotions within him, remembering how she had felt when she’d arrived and found her shift to be this way. She pulses that kinship toward him, that similar feeling of the worlds she’s fallen through, the friends she’s lost, the family left behind. But she shares her optimism too, the fact that it’s a new life with a new world – dangerous as it might be – but a new place for friends and family. A fresh start, if you ever really needed one, and somehow it’s easier for her. To forget about her home and those she loved to focus on what was here and now.
At least until she went home at night, alone, thinking of everything she missed until she fell asleep in a heap of anxious feathers and a similar sorrow that takes over her in the darkest hour.
His voice is heard loud and clear in her mind, the way he looks away and down to his paws, and she approaches ever so slowly as his question hits her mind. She pauses, halting in her step, the one paw still lifted as tufted ears perk toward him. You just… At some point you realize it’s not a dream. And it sucks, you cry and scream at how unfair it is. She offers – because she had. She had screamed at gods for the wrongdoings to her.
And still she’s ended up without everything, family appearing by happenstance and nothing more. Luck, not some divine intervention. Luck. And then you move on, you take what you can get. You can’t go back, you can’t bring anyone here. There’s no path to take to try and live that old you. Her gaze softens, a softness to the bond as well as she shares that kinship with him. So you make new ones. She begins to move again, going to circle him until she comes up on his other side and they’re facing the same way – that paw lifted as she tries to boop him on the head once more. It gets easier, Chuy. It sucks, for a… Long while. But you’re not alone. He isn’t alone with the experience – all the Outlanders could likely say the same.
If nothing else, she’s here for him, with all the experience of losing world after world, path after path. And now? Nothing guides her, there's little of a point to it when she expects everything to get ripped away from her again.
i know every river has an end
you loved me and then you left
you loved me and then you didn't
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
