[ perle shrieks angrily at the beast to return its attention, but once her intentions and limits are clear, she is nothing but an oversized ghost. the omen dissipates with something as easy as a slash, though she returns to form and quickly flaps after her boy like a bat in the night. she's coming, the omen speaks for falco to hear, but falco can't help but to wonder she?
a sleeper trapped in beasthood. he can't turn back now as he made it into the thicket of trees that stray from the streets. he had to take care of confetti, who was startled as is by the wild mix of auras, of fear and ferality, nowhere close to joy— he had to stop somewhere, and the first opening of a gnarled tree's roots and cracks in bark enough to fit his hand in, he slides to the base and scrapes his knees in the rush to secure the egg in the wrap he's slung in, fitting him inside. hushed, so hushed and quickly: ]
Stay there— Stay right there, I'll come back for you.
[ falco flings his messenger bag off his shoulders to stuff the hole closed, to keep the shrilling and crying confetti in, hoping to muffle his frightened and objecting chirps. he could hear the beast breathing his way, stalking fast and he may not have the chance to dash ahead of it any longer. the time perle had managed was spent on the ovoid ball of joy.
it was worth it, he thinks— so falco stumbles, pushes his weight off his scratched palms and the balls of his feet to run the other way, wait just a second to make sure the beast catches sight of him, before he does what his body could manage with distance and speed. not too much. ]
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a sleeper trapped in beasthood. he can't turn back now as he made it into the thicket of trees that stray from the streets. he had to take care of confetti, who was startled as is by the wild mix of auras, of fear and ferality, nowhere close to joy— he had to stop somewhere, and the first opening of a gnarled tree's roots and cracks in bark enough to fit his hand in, he slides to the base and scrapes his knees in the rush to secure the egg in the wrap he's slung in, fitting him inside. hushed, so hushed and quickly: ]
Stay there— Stay right there, I'll come back for you.
[ falco flings his messenger bag off his shoulders to stuff the hole closed, to keep the shrilling and crying confetti in, hoping to muffle his frightened and objecting chirps. he could hear the beast breathing his way, stalking fast and he may not have the chance to dash ahead of it any longer. the time perle had managed was spent on the ovoid ball of joy.
it was worth it, he thinks— so falco stumbles, pushes his weight off his scratched palms and the balls of his feet to run the other way, wait just a second to make sure the beast catches sight of him, before he does what his body could manage with distance and speed. not too much. ]