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Zodonyar | She/Her
| Interacting: Lithium, Cerulean, Tommy/Infirmary
Zodonyar keeps his gaze, only breaking it when Lithium jerks away. She worriedly hovers beside him, before his eyes seem to gain a spark of recognition once more. Her claws were still tangled with his, a gentle weight to the Skydancer as he still seemed to shake with fear.
"Skeptics? Is that why you... you three have been herded here?"
She taps her claw on the ground, her brow furrowing as Lithium turns to converse with Ceru, the two sinking into a small conversation. She was pulled out at her name though, Lithium calling out to her with a tone that she wanted to say was anxious.
"Outbreak, outbreak, outbreak. Admittedly, I haven't seen any sightings, but I also have really only been outside at night, when the moon is high. But, no signs of spreading, no wildlife being aggressive, and it feel- felt. It felt calm in the previous nights."
Zodonyar had stiffened to a more proper stance, as she listed off the different points with startling efficiency. After she finished, she then relaxed once more, her chest ballooning out as she shuffled to something more comfortable, almost resting on herself like a bird.
Her gaze shifted between the two blue toned dragons, giving them their chance to speak. Something between the two felt off, like they had witnessed something secret, to be kept under wraps. It made her nervous. She didn't think that these two had done anything, but something felt dangerous. Her nerves were more akin to a live wire, the veneer of calm only being held together by the comforting grasp she shared with Lithium.
Unnoticed, Lotus took its time to rise from Zodonyars bed. Its head lolled to the side, the long, thin stems of lotus crossed around its body, almost looking as though it was choking the small thing. Yet, it instead just blankly stared, before it tilted to look at Tommy.
There were more. The little bird. The beast. The Worm. But which one was food? It was alone now, it didn't have its family, but it had its Favorite. But Favorite was busy, and Favorite doesn't like to be interrupted.
But its hungry. None of the shines, or the glows, or even the scratchys were tasty enough. Favorite tried, but there wasn't their favorite here, the lotus's wouldn't grow, and the fruits were hard to find.
Maybe little bird, or the beast would be better. None of the little critters scurried here, and the ones that did live here Favorite told them not to eat. But it was hungry, so, so hungry.
Its head dragged again, faceted eyes unfocusing as it swiveled on its paws. The Worm might be mad if it tried to bite the beast, and the beast was big, but the little bird was small, the little bird was weak.
The little bird was prey.
Lotus, in an act of surprising speed, lurched off the bed, before dropping into a hunting crouch. It slid, low to the ground, though the rustle of petals may have given it away. The most alive the creature looked in days, and it was hunting a fellow familiar. It paused for a second, as a word from its Favorite reached it's ears, and its eyes glazed as it tried to comprehend it, before blinking it away.
It didn't mind Favorite waiting, if it got a good meal. Its flowers needed energy.
The final slide was all it needed, as it had reached the beasts bed. All it needed was a moment of distraction, as Larry turned to peck at Tommy, before Lotus had sunk it's surprisingly sharp teeth into it's haunches. Instead of hanging on like a normal predator, Lotus instead wrapped its body around Larry, and heaved it off the bed, before rolling under the covers. All that could be heard was the squeaking of a Slink, the shrieks of a Crow, and the occasional rip as leaves, or bed-sheets, were caught in the crossfire.
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Zodonyar votes for Sabori
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Hello! I'm Tuna, or Suns | any pronouns | +2 FR time | ~> toyhouse
I am forgetful, so reminders are great.
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