[DROP] Bleak

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. She notices others show – another deer, though this one seems normal and she considers the fact that they might be like her with a second skin to wear. Then another, and another, until finally Isla is approaching and touching the deer while Kiada watches on, her icy gaze slipping from the first to approach and the surrounding, nervous herd. But what she doesn’t entirely see, is what happens next. It happens all so fast. One moment, Isla is touching and soothing the Luxere. The next, darkness overcomes and it seems to fling itself toward the other woman. Shifting quickly, she hovers in the air away from the woman, scarlet eyes and wings beating against the chill coming in the wind as she looks from the staggering, now seemingly okay Luxere, and the woman. A guttural cry leaves her lips, as she watches what unfolds. She watches the woman fall, and the inky black substance beginning to seep from her nose. Kiada knows what death looks like. And she knows it has come. She listens while one of the other men stutters, whining to tell them or try to command them to leave. She hovers in the air as she tilts her head to him – her blood red gaze narrowing on the man before she shakes it fervently. He can go if she wants. She chooses to remain. With a cry to the others, she realizes she doesn’t care what they do, if they follow Samuel or follow her. She needs to be sure that the darkness within that Luxere hasn’t spread – hoping that it wouldn’t return to the herd at the Rathskeller and continue to infect the others. And despite the cold that has reached her, penetrated her feathers, she leaves Isla in the snow and darkness, and flies toward the harmed Luxere. It couldn’t have gotten far, but it’s dark and she can’t see the creature anymore so she uses her ears, hearing a quiet bleating sound. When she thinks she is close, she drops to the snow before the Luxere and shifts back into herself. Tightening her furs around her as she shivers in the cold, she kneels in the snow with a concerned iceberg gaze. Her hands remain from touching it until she can inspect the creatures face for the possible shift to darkness like before. And when she thinks perhaps everything is fine, she reaches with a shaky gloved hand toward the Luxere’s pelt. “It wasn’t your fault.” She coos quietly, hoping to gently pet the Luxere. the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.