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- Given to the Wandering Sea at the beginning of Bleached Earth
- Lab rat, Heir, "child of Typhon", magus, mythical beast, Rhoda.
- #milkprayer
- Cont. Below
@HighlandEmpath -stays tense, though she seems to be trying to look relaxed.. to give the appearance of being comfortable with him.]
I'm... not okay.
[She flinches, watching him keenly, unable to escape the inevitable feeling of vulnerability that came with it- The feeling of being small.]
[Heat.
Animal instinct, cloying fire, boiling blood.
Perhaps it was an oversight, or perhaps it was a cruel experiment.. Rhoda had been contained behind bars in the Wandering Sea,
Until now.
The door was "carelessly" left open, and while the instinct to protect her-
@HighlandEmpath [Rhoda, though still on edge, is able to find momentary relief in Rory's words.. however small it may be.
After all, he was preaching to the choir, this was precisely how she had been raised to think.. even at times like this, that root runs deep.
Rhoda's body-
@Lupisbred -her mouth physically cannot bite any deeper.
The pungent copper taste of Beryl's blood fills her mouth, and her body rejects it on instinct, salivating until it flows from her lips and pools around the wound in an iron-tasting pink foam. She hisses into his flesh.]
@Lupisbred [Rhoda groans under the pressure of his heel, hissing out a plume of smoke as she thrashes to get away-
In the commotion, her first clear thought is retaliation, defense via fighting back-
Her razor teeth sink into his ankle, the closest thing she can reach, until-
@HighlandEmpath -for now, his presence is.. neutral.
She still watches him intently, eyes blown wide.]
...English is fine...
[...She is barely, barely, able to clear her mind enough to speak those words.]
I'm... fine... I'll be... Fine.
I won't... hurt anyone.
@HighlandEmpath -The closest she has experienced is maybe, maybe, the crypter Yu...
It would appeal to her more if she weren't... like this. Her only instincts are thus- Protect her territory from outsiders, and, mate or d**.
Only some trace of her curious nature remains, but... -
@HighlandEmpath -like these.
She manages to chirp out some sort of call, somewhere between repilitan and avian, before managing to catch hold of human speech again.]
Ξ³ΞΉΞ±ΟΞ―-
[She stops. That isn't the right language.
It takes several seconds to try again.]
...why?
@HighlandEmpath -She backs further into her self-made nest.
She's in a hospital gown, closed at the back, but her tail is barely visible. Her gloves and boots are gone, exposing green claws. Normally, she would have scrambled for cover.
...Her head is too fuzzy to remember learned behaviors-
@Lupisbred -tail swaying, both curiosity and balance driving the action, her claws clicking on the ground...
She blows smoke into his face, hot and thick, similar to what he had done to her in the past... Aware enough to express her anger.
She stares down at him, not bothering to cover-