08-08-2022, 10:36 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]The arrival of a tigress several hundred times her size, uttering a loud snarl, nearly made her jump out of her skin. She retreated a few inches from the patrolling beast, staring up with her one good eye, trying to keep herself from trembling (and not doing a very good job of it). As the tigress spoke, however, she calmed slightly. ...Not wanting to have your mind read was understandable.
And, it sounded like, the tigress- Seven- wasn't interested in eating her. "...I'm sorry," she said after a moment, shaking her head. "It- it's a nervous habit. But I'll keep it under control." Is that a promise you can keep? She wasn't sure, but... well, she could try.
She held still as Seven leaned down and inspected her; being sniffed by a mammal large enough to swallow her whole filled her mind with all sorts of unpleasant scenarios, but she tried to focus on the facts. She spoke to you rather than pouncing. She wants to know if you're hurt. If she were going to hurt you, there would be no point in playing the long game.
"Yes, there was... a fire," she said quietly, pointedly not looking down at the burns she'd sustained. Don't elaborate further. You'll just end up back there. As she met Seven's gaze, she blinked. Those eyes... and she asked me if I was injured... that would make sense.
Before she could further explain her injuries to Seven, she heard an additional set of pawsteps drawing increasingly close. Her gaze flickered over to the other feline- limping, scarred, covered in a veil- as he pulled a vial of liquid from his bag. It looked a bit like an eyewash... she wasn't sure how much he'd be able to do for her right eye, but maybe she'd be surprised.
Looking between Seven and the other cat, she was silent for some time, uncertain of how to proceed. Finally, she said, "Er... I haven't introduced myself, have I? ...My name is Sageadvice." It seemed like a logical extension of what her name had been, back then.
And, it sounded like, the tigress- Seven- wasn't interested in eating her. "...I'm sorry," she said after a moment, shaking her head. "It- it's a nervous habit. But I'll keep it under control." Is that a promise you can keep? She wasn't sure, but... well, she could try.
She held still as Seven leaned down and inspected her; being sniffed by a mammal large enough to swallow her whole filled her mind with all sorts of unpleasant scenarios, but she tried to focus on the facts. She spoke to you rather than pouncing. She wants to know if you're hurt. If she were going to hurt you, there would be no point in playing the long game.
"Yes, there was... a fire," she said quietly, pointedly not looking down at the burns she'd sustained. Don't elaborate further. You'll just end up back there. As she met Seven's gaze, she blinked. Those eyes... and she asked me if I was injured... that would make sense.
Before she could further explain her injuries to Seven, she heard an additional set of pawsteps drawing increasingly close. Her gaze flickered over to the other feline- limping, scarred, covered in a veil- as he pulled a vial of liquid from his bag. It looked a bit like an eyewash... she wasn't sure how much he'd be able to do for her right eye, but maybe she'd be surprised.
Looking between Seven and the other cat, she was silent for some time, uncertain of how to proceed. Finally, she said, "Er... I haven't introduced myself, have I? ...My name is Sageadvice." It seemed like a logical extension of what her name had been, back then.
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