Post by Hadjara on Jan 15, 2016 4:47:58 GMT -5
Hadjara’s tail lashed irritably from side to side, swiping at the curious forest that pressed far too close for her liking. Her wings were pinned tightly to her back, the tips protectively around her face and her shoulders were more than a little hunched. Danger seemed to be pulsating from the forest around her and, while Gabriel was right and the forest wasn’t aggressive in the slightest, she still didn’t trust it. She appreciated the use of two eyes, thank you very much, and Malak was feeling queasy which didn’t help her mood at all.
”It smells gross,” Hadjara grumbled angrily as she walked under a great sweeping tree bearing fat orange berries. Levent rumbled in agreement and pressed his snout against her leg grumbling and growling as if he was holding up his end of the conversation until Hadjara scratched his snout. ”And this place is creepy. How come ya like it here?” She folded her arms grumpily and glared reproachfully at Gabriel. It was his fault she was here, and while he had promised it would be worth it she was dubious. What could be worth walking through this stupid forest?
And she was hungry. That didn’t much help her mood either but Hadjara didn’t trust the forest not to get offended by her trying to find something to eat. It felt like the forest was taunting her by dangling berries she was no longer capable of digesting over her head.
It was day out, and dull light filtered through the leaves of the trees and bathed the forest floor in warm green light. After so long in the Dream World Hadjara had forgotten how bad sunlight was for her and she had an unhappy pink sunburn on her cheeks from when she had blithely wandered under a ray of sunlight. It made her face feel dry and peely and she was rather resentful of how much it hurt. Stupid forest, stupid sunlight. Hadjara wanted to go back to her little cave in the swamps where she didn’t have to be on her best behavior to avoid being smacked by a fucking tree.
They had to be close, though. Malak had stopped talking all together in the last mile and Hadjara could feel him scratching the bones on the insides of her ribs in agitation. ”We gotta be close though, right? We passed the same tree like twenty times before.” Hadjara uncurled one wing enough to catch his hand and she snuggled closer to him, noting that the forest seemed far friendlier around him. She would cling to him as long as she could get away with it, or until they got to the mound properly.
”It smells gross,” Hadjara grumbled angrily as she walked under a great sweeping tree bearing fat orange berries. Levent rumbled in agreement and pressed his snout against her leg grumbling and growling as if he was holding up his end of the conversation until Hadjara scratched his snout. ”And this place is creepy. How come ya like it here?” She folded her arms grumpily and glared reproachfully at Gabriel. It was his fault she was here, and while he had promised it would be worth it she was dubious. What could be worth walking through this stupid forest?
And she was hungry. That didn’t much help her mood either but Hadjara didn’t trust the forest not to get offended by her trying to find something to eat. It felt like the forest was taunting her by dangling berries she was no longer capable of digesting over her head.
It was day out, and dull light filtered through the leaves of the trees and bathed the forest floor in warm green light. After so long in the Dream World Hadjara had forgotten how bad sunlight was for her and she had an unhappy pink sunburn on her cheeks from when she had blithely wandered under a ray of sunlight. It made her face feel dry and peely and she was rather resentful of how much it hurt. Stupid forest, stupid sunlight. Hadjara wanted to go back to her little cave in the swamps where she didn’t have to be on her best behavior to avoid being smacked by a fucking tree.
They had to be close, though. Malak had stopped talking all together in the last mile and Hadjara could feel him scratching the bones on the insides of her ribs in agitation. ”We gotta be close though, right? We passed the same tree like twenty times before.” Hadjara uncurled one wing enough to catch his hand and she snuggled closer to him, noting that the forest seemed far friendlier around him. She would cling to him as long as she could get away with it, or until they got to the mound properly.