It was foolish, perhaps, to ask a boon of the wolf. Even this simple question - for the humans' sake, not hers - placed the ball too firmly in his court. But Kat was frozen to do aught else, shocked into stillness by the unequivocally tangible proof of the Evanuris' existence in this mortal age.
In answer to her question, the dark creature moved, liquid ink against the dark backdrop of woodland shadows. Draconic eyes glided over the wolf's form, hesitating - before her body lurched forward, drawn after him reluctantly, like a puppet on a frayed string. Her mind whirled with questions and possibilities, but she bit her tongue to keep it still. She'd get her answers one way or another, but she was lulled into incredulity anew by the sight of Fen'Harel's black, wagging tail.
Wonderful. Her eyes narrowed on the bush behind him, and with suddenly swift, expedient steps, Kat sidestepped the false god to reach directly into the brambles. A shrill squeak, a choked off cry, and Katriel gently - or as gently as she could - dragged the missing child out into the light. Tears dripped down the young human's face, wide eyes bleeding terror. She looked first from Katriel and then, fearfully, to the giant wolf beside her. She desperately tried to tug away in vain, ignoring Katriel's soothing murmurs - and then, with a full-body shudder, the child suddenly went limp. Her eyes rolled back into her head in a dead faint. Katriel moved swiftly, left to lower the unconscious child tenderly to the ground, all while keeping one eye still on the Dread Wolf.
Perhaps this was for the best. She was not altogether equipped to deal with children, and was relieved that she was absolved of the burden. Especially as now that she was distracted by other matters. "Ma serranas. Ash lethal ju ea," she offered slowly, feeling her way into the conversation. She turned to face the giant wolf directly. It was not fear that she felt, not truly...but rather something like adrenaline. It gripped her heart and refused to let go. "Dirtha i em? Ar ema sil."
In answer to her question, the dark creature moved, liquid ink against the dark backdrop of woodland shadows. Draconic eyes glided over the wolf's form, hesitating - before her body lurched forward, drawn after him reluctantly, like a puppet on a frayed string. Her mind whirled with questions and possibilities, but she bit her tongue to keep it still. She'd get her answers one way or another, but she was lulled into incredulity anew by the sight of Fen'Harel's black, wagging tail.
Wonderful. Her eyes narrowed on the bush behind him, and with suddenly swift, expedient steps, Kat sidestepped the false god to reach directly into the brambles. A shrill squeak, a choked off cry, and Katriel gently - or as gently as she could - dragged the missing child out into the light. Tears dripped down the young human's face, wide eyes bleeding terror. She looked first from Katriel and then, fearfully, to the giant wolf beside her. She desperately tried to tug away in vain, ignoring Katriel's soothing murmurs - and then, with a full-body shudder, the child suddenly went limp. Her eyes rolled back into her head in a dead faint. Katriel moved swiftly, left to lower the unconscious child tenderly to the ground, all while keeping one eye still on the Dread Wolf.
Perhaps this was for the best. She was not altogether equipped to deal with children, and was relieved that she was absolved of the burden. Especially as now that she was distracted by other matters. "Ma serranas. Ash lethal ju ea," she offered slowly, feeling her way into the conversation. She turned to face the giant wolf directly. It was not fear that she felt, not truly...but rather something like adrenaline. It gripped her heart and refused to let go. "Dirtha i em? Ar ema sil."
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