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The shadowy figure remained silent for a moment, making the young girl more nervous by the minute. Then they spoke again to her. The only words she could make out were them talking about themselves and then her. Everything else was complete and utter gibberish to her. Eventually, the shadowy figure moved quickly - causing Isara to crouch down to the ground even tighter as if it would save her from whatever the other being would do to her. But the attack that she was expecting never came. First, she opened one eye and peered in the direction that the shadowy figure had been…but they weren’t even there. Where did they go? Had they left her? Were they letting her go? Her second eye opened as she slowly got up off the ground curious as to where they had gone. Her head swiveled slightly as she looked around for them until eventually she heard some sort of sound she didn’t recognize. To others, it was the sound of splashing water, but to a young child who had only lived within the confines of a cave until no long ago…it was foreign. With her body crouched down again the young girl watched as she noticed a shadowy figure seeming to make its way toward her. Had they changed their mind? Were they going to come and take her away? Her ears fell backward again and her eyes clamped shut as they grew closer, until eventually the sound of a soaking mass of moss squelch upon the ground just outside of the bush as the stranger dropped it. ”What’s that? Isara thought to herself for a second before she dared to even look. The first thing to grace her gaze was the pile of some sort of plant on the ground. She hadn’t a clue what it was but there was water all around it and probably even within it as well. Then, her gaze fell upon the stranger that stood…or were they lying down? Isara couldn’t tell what their stance was, but she was certain she had never seen something like it before. They had a mix of fur and smooth skin and…were those some sort of wing? ”They have wings? She mistook their fins for wings, but either way, she was becoming ever more so curious about them. They weren’t wolf…or at least…she didn’t think they were, but were there other creatures out there? She hadn’t a clue as her mother’s tales had never mentioned anything of the sort. ’Um–got water. Water there.’ Water? Isara’s eyes looked from the stranger before her and then followed their paw to the pile of plants in front of her. That…that was water? She found the way he said water to be a bit weird but she at least was able to understand and make the connection. But why? Why would this stranger bring her water…and why did it look like…that? After debating to herself for a while, she slowly began to creep forward toward the pile of wet goopy-looking plants. As she grew closer she soon found herself pausing at the edge of her hiding spot. If she left the safety of this place then the stranger could do whatever they wanted…but then again she didn’t even know what this stranger was. The only thing she was semi-certain of, was that they couldn’t be working with her captors nor were they one of them either. A small gulp fell down her throat as she tried to steel herself…then she cautiously pushed herself forward and out of the bush inch by inch with her large wings dragging behind her similar to how the stranger’s own “wings” dragged. Or at least that’s how she chose to see it. Eventually, though, her entire scrawny frame stood before the stranger. Her creamy hues seemed to glow slightly with the moonlight, while her darker chocolate tones seemed to attempt to blend into the shadows of the night. It was all one big stark contrast, but besides the dried blood staining her fur, her only other marking feature was the teal claw markings beneath each of her eyes which were currently filled with fear and a hesitant curiosity. ”Woda?” She softly asked the stranger after she gave it a good sniffing. They had also spoken another word similar to one of her own…Thirsty. Did they think she was thirsty? Or were they trying to tell her to drink? They said it differently than she had ever heard it so she wasn’t entirely sure what they meant by it, ”Thosti? Woda?” She looked up at the stranger who stood slightly away. What was it that he wanted her to do? How was she supposed to drink this? Before the stranger could even answer her or probably even comprehend the connection he had made, Isara turned part of her attention back to the glob before her and reached out to poke it like a child would poke at something they weren't sure of. Translations |
Brightwood
A large forest of tall trees with orange, yellow, and red leaves. The trees here are permanently colored this way, despite the seasons.
[AW] seeing all the vultures circling
