KIADA
He had given her that message in the past. To not live in the past and dwell on it, that you’d always be a part of the place you were born in. So as she sends those feelings over, approaches him and lifts her ribboned paw, she bops him gently on the head and shoves more of that feeling of needing to give into his shifts and his emotions and to embrace them the best he can. She wonders if perhaps going on a hunt with him in this form is worth it, to turn him into that predator that lingers within the skin, blinded to the pursuit of the hunt.
Perhaps later, when things aren’t as fragile emotionally as they are right now. Still, all she can do is be a pillar for him, as someone who has been in his shoes (paws?) beforehand, relating and sharing that things did indeed get better, even while they were terrible for a while. And even still, it was okay to give into the despair and frustrations about it. Nobody asked to come here that did, they just simply… Appeared, ripped from their old worlds.
She raises her paw to bop him on the head, and he gives into those instincts, ducking but not before the pad of her foot hits his brow and she purrs a pleasant small sound at the result — before he’s crouching and charging at her, pinning her back by her shoulders into the training grounds floor, a large rough tongue licking the side of her face that sticks her whiskers up as she offers a squeal of a growl in response, though nothing but amusement gets sent to him despite how her shift has reacted.
So she peers up at him with those paws pressing her into the ground, iceberg gaze focused and narrowed playfully at him before she dips her head toward him, her own equally rough tongue lashing out to lick his nose in response. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere. She sends to him, a chimes sound of her voice, quite pleased despite not trying at all to get out of his reach. I’m glad you’re willing to let me help you. She pours every ounce of the honesty within that statement, within everything she can. The trust is huge with it, a stepping stone for Kiada who struggled with any sort of trying to trust people, waiting for the knife in her back when she’s not looking.
But she also wasn’t a good person, not like it seemed like he was. She keeps her darker parts and her past hidden deep within her, too afraid to let it out and tarnish whatever sort of idea Chulane has of her. For now? This is far too nice to fuck up.
Perhaps later, when things aren’t as fragile emotionally as they are right now. Still, all she can do is be a pillar for him, as someone who has been in his shoes (paws?) beforehand, relating and sharing that things did indeed get better, even while they were terrible for a while. And even still, it was okay to give into the despair and frustrations about it. Nobody asked to come here that did, they just simply… Appeared, ripped from their old worlds.
She raises her paw to bop him on the head, and he gives into those instincts, ducking but not before the pad of her foot hits his brow and she purrs a pleasant small sound at the result — before he’s crouching and charging at her, pinning her back by her shoulders into the training grounds floor, a large rough tongue licking the side of her face that sticks her whiskers up as she offers a squeal of a growl in response, though nothing but amusement gets sent to him despite how her shift has reacted.
So she peers up at him with those paws pressing her into the ground, iceberg gaze focused and narrowed playfully at him before she dips her head toward him, her own equally rough tongue lashing out to lick his nose in response. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere. She sends to him, a chimes sound of her voice, quite pleased despite not trying at all to get out of his reach. I’m glad you’re willing to let me help you. She pours every ounce of the honesty within that statement, within everything she can. The trust is huge with it, a stepping stone for Kiada who struggled with any sort of trying to trust people, waiting for the knife in her back when she’s not looking.
But she also wasn’t a good person, not like it seemed like he was. She keeps her darker parts and her past hidden deep within her, too afraid to let it out and tarnish whatever sort of idea Chulane has of her. For now? This is far too nice to fuck up.
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
