1/25/2026, 8:06 PM
Mercy is a thing reserved for those whose motivations could be read. But the beast divests his snarling and instead begins earnest attempts at sound-making. Iglux̂'s maneuverings still, half crouching to brace for the retreat, black eyes fixing wide upon his mouth.
He grows winded, but the lanzadoii listens, her ears swinging abruptly forward.
“Uwaghee…thea?” She tests the sound back at him and combs the brutish face for meaning.
He grows winded, but the lanzadoii listens, her ears swinging abruptly forward.
“Uwaghee…thea?” She tests the sound back at him and combs the brutish face for meaning.
