ALWAYS QUICK TO FOLLOW ☆ dante

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

No. No, no, no, this was all so wrong. All he had wanted to do was explore. His only desire had been to find out more about himself, and the island that he lived on. Yet, here he was, trapped on unfamiliar lands with an unfamiliar hybrid approaching him, looking none too friendly. Dante's words did little to comfort the boy, fur raising along his spine as he muttered, "I don't... I don't want them to know where I'm from. Please, just... just let me go." His words were meek, but his spirit was still raging inside, his aura fluctuating and bearing down on Dante as he grew closer. Had Fraggle been a bit more stable, Dante definitely would've been in for a world of hurt, and searing pain. Luckily for the Pittian, the cub still had a while to go before he could achieve such things.

Instead, Fragglerock found himself utterly defenseless. As Dante leaped at him, the lion let out a shrill cry, trying his best to dodge out of the way. He was too slow, though, and he  hit the sand hard, claws raking down part of his side, and his leg. The pain of the new wounds made him want to curl up, a whimper running through him. With his body still being so small, the large scratches were enough to make him woozy, his blood staining the desert sands. In a vain effort to defend himself, he lashed out weakly at Dante's front leg, attempting to leave his own mark. However, the attack was uncoordinated and sloppy, and it wasn't long before Frag's chin fell to the ground, eyes falling shut.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?