Feb 24 2020, 11:05 PM
The sound of crashing startled him from his rest. A quick yelp shot out of him as he tumbled from his raised mat for a bed. 'What in the caves-' Even if he and Asteri were taking little cat-naps, he wouldn't be able to rest with something like this going on.
It had a pattern to it. A direction. To make that noise, that thing must be huge.
Was the Overseer in these parts?
Getting to his feet after checking that the kid was still asleep, Attikias stretched out his arms to the side as accommodation to his gem laden shoulder. He didn't feel a hurry, not as he put his hat over his shoulder and gathered his effects, dwindling as they were from damage.
The voice calling for a moonstone grabbed his attention. His legs moved faster, navigating over familiar territory, before he fell in line behind the wake of destruction just behind a familiar tail.
"Az!" His voice was loud as he hustled to catch up, huffing. "What's going on?!"
It wasn't hard to see the carapace folding over itself. It was being talked to- and it talked back. An uneasy feeling rose in Attik as he stepped back into the brush, magic reaching in to cover his color without waiting for Azizos's response. Greenery spread from his chest and flourished outwards, dappled black spread across his back.
The lion was the same one from Astraea's visit. Was this related? Hunkering down, he tried to get out of sight (despite the others probably already seeing him), hand gripping the metal-tipped spear he brought along.
The emphasis on the word hunter nearly made him drop his spell. A hunter? A Hhunter? Like one he wanted to be so long ago? Why here? Why now?
And why a blind lion? He couldn't say anything to her defense; she'd just reject him, and his spot would be given away anyways if he wasn't already loud enough wandering through the bushes. This was a being under Astraea. If he did anything wrong, well, he'd threaten the good graces extended his way.
So for now, he watched, and tried to shoo anyone but Azizos away if they came close. He didn't have time to think of strangers outside of this one.
It had a pattern to it. A direction. To make that noise, that thing must be huge.
Was the Overseer in these parts?
Getting to his feet after checking that the kid was still asleep, Attikias stretched out his arms to the side as accommodation to his gem laden shoulder. He didn't feel a hurry, not as he put his hat over his shoulder and gathered his effects, dwindling as they were from damage.
The voice calling for a moonstone grabbed his attention. His legs moved faster, navigating over familiar territory, before he fell in line behind the wake of destruction just behind a familiar tail.
It wasn't hard to see the carapace folding over itself. It was being talked to- and it talked back. An uneasy feeling rose in Attik as he stepped back into the brush, magic reaching in to cover his color without waiting for Azizos's response. Greenery spread from his chest and flourished outwards, dappled black spread across his back.
The lion was the same one from Astraea's visit. Was this related? Hunkering down, he tried to get out of sight (despite the others probably already seeing him), hand gripping the metal-tipped spear he brought along.
The emphasis on the word hunter nearly made him drop his spell. A hunter? A Hhunter? Like one he wanted to be so long ago? Why here? Why now?
And why a blind lion? He couldn't say anything to her defense; she'd just reject him, and his spot would be given away anyways if he wasn't already loud enough wandering through the bushes. This was a being under Astraea. If he did anything wrong, well, he'd threaten the good graces extended his way.
So for now, he watched, and tried to shoo anyone but Azizos away if they came close. He didn't have time to think of strangers outside of this one.