Rolling 1d5: 1
Skill: 「 - 」
Amaya was somehow “winning”, though in truth, there wasn’t a single thought behind those mysterious, amethyst eyes of hers. Had a fly landed on one, there was a chance she didn’t even flinch. Dissociation was a dangerous and beautiful thing. The gremlin had barely noticed the red beast of a man in front of her, for a few moments he was some weird blur as she began to regain focus on reality.
Big and red.
…
The girl stood still, one eye blinking and then the next. It was almost as if you could see the buffering sign above her head as she stood there. What… did Alder look like again? He was big and red, from what she could recall. This was Alder, right? Yeah. Yeah, that made the most sense. The only big, red guy in the world. Alder. This was Alder. Yes.
While identifying her brother, the gremlin witnessed him burst forward in a powerful rush. She’d never seen their mothers move with such agility, she wondered where he had gotten such abilities. Amaya, overzealous and joyful, shrieked like a suburban coyote in the night. It’s pitch shifting as her mouth stretched the various angles. Sing with her, Alder, sing the song of your people.
The closer he got, Amaya could tell she needed to move, and there was only one place she wished to go. Open jaws from each opponent, their own sounds leaking out. They were beauty. They were grace. If the whole scene was in slow motion, it may have looked like a real fight for .2 seconds. The gremlin’s expression frantic as she leapt to reaction, fending off her attacker, yellowed teeth exposed as if eager to sink into his flesh.
But that was not the story being told, not today.
Amaya dove down and Alder lunged at her — teeth scruffed her nape, but the Eclipse remained focused on the prize. Those juicy, tasty looking ankles. Akin to a starving, rabid dog she began to snap at any part of his leg. Her jowls leaked the mass produced saliva as she wondered what he tasted like. Another yowl as she scrambled to fight his grasp and claim her prize of Ankles™️.
tl;dr : Shiloh has her by the scruff and she is scrambling to chomp them legs
Amaya was somehow “winning”, though in truth, there wasn’t a single thought behind those mysterious, amethyst eyes of hers. Had a fly landed on one, there was a chance she didn’t even flinch. Dissociation was a dangerous and beautiful thing. The gremlin had barely noticed the red beast of a man in front of her, for a few moments he was some weird blur as she began to regain focus on reality.
Big and red.
…
The girl stood still, one eye blinking and then the next. It was almost as if you could see the buffering sign above her head as she stood there. What… did Alder look like again? He was big and red, from what she could recall. This was Alder, right? Yeah. Yeah, that made the most sense. The only big, red guy in the world. Alder. This was Alder. Yes.
While identifying her brother, the gremlin witnessed him burst forward in a powerful rush. She’d never seen their mothers move with such agility, she wondered where he had gotten such abilities. Amaya, overzealous and joyful, shrieked like a suburban coyote in the night. It’s pitch shifting as her mouth stretched the various angles. Sing with her, Alder, sing the song of your people.
The closer he got, Amaya could tell she needed to move, and there was only one place she wished to go. Open jaws from each opponent, their own sounds leaking out. They were beauty. They were grace. If the whole scene was in slow motion, it may have looked like a real fight for .2 seconds. The gremlin’s expression frantic as she leapt to reaction, fending off her attacker, yellowed teeth exposed as if eager to sink into his flesh.
But that was not the story being told, not today.
Amaya dove down and Alder lunged at her — teeth scruffed her nape, but the Eclipse remained focused on the prize. Those juicy, tasty looking ankles. Akin to a starving, rabid dog she began to snap at any part of his leg. Her jowls leaked the mass produced saliva as she wondered what he tasted like. Another yowl as she scrambled to fight his grasp and claim her prize of Ankles™️.
tl;dr : Shiloh has her by the scruff and she is scrambling to chomp them legs
