no new friends, but some old fiends! [numair, day 1, (4)]
Jun 24, 2023 1:19:53 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Jun 24, 2023 1:19:53 GMT -5
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And then with a warning as glorious as seeing the sun after a frozen night of wind, water, fish, and sea- THEE Royal Highness, The Beast. Well, they're strong and strong and apparently strong enough to grip him by the arms as his heart nearly gives out when he sees- "AAHHHHH NO, no fuckAHHHHHHH! WAIT! WAaaaAAIIT!!!"
New fear unlocked: heights.
"PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN PLEASE PLEAAASE! Oh, shit, shit, OH FUUUCK! Okay. O-Okay. I'm sorry? AH! I'M SORRY! Please, please don't-
Numair feels like someone is cla- no. No. Not 'someone'. Not just- 's o m e o n e'. Kyland. It sounds like Kyland. Kyland is clawing at his brain and feasting on his fears even from thousands and useless billions of klicks away. And now all he could think was how useless those thoughts were so high up.
And then they plummet, feathers of gold flaking against the what Numair can only assume is the the edge of the arena. It's... it's- "Oh." He clutches deeper into the feathers, wrapping his legs where he can around the creatures sinewed legs as what can only be described as something that looked like a scar re-festering into a fresh wound. And after few breaths, rapid blinks, panicked, irrational thoughts- well. It looked like a home so old that there was no way it wasn't just another living, breathing thing the Capitol chose to defile. "Oh."
New fear unlocked: heights.
"PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN PLEASE PLEAAASE! Oh, shit, shit, OH FUUUCK! Okay. O-Okay. I'm sorry? AH! I'M SORRY! Please, please don't-
please don't let me go."
Numair feels like someone is cla- no. No. Not 'someone'. Not just- 's o m e o n e'. Kyland. It sounds like Kyland. Kyland is clawing at his brain and feasting on his fears even from thousands and useless billions of klicks away. And now all he could think was how useless those thoughts were so high up.
And then they plummet, feathers of gold flaking against the what Numair can only assume is the the edge of the arena. It's... it's- "Oh." He clutches deeper into the feathers, wrapping his legs where he can around the creatures sinewed legs as what can only be described as something that looked like a scar re-festering into a fresh wound. And after few breaths, rapid blinks, panicked, irrational thoughts- well. It looked like a home so old that there was no way it wasn't just another living, breathing thing the Capitol chose to defile. "Oh."
