Rainforest Cliffs
02-02-2018, 07:15 PM
kiada
golden child, lion girl, tell me what it's like to conquer —
The gilded woman was rather unaware of the tension between the first group. Both she and Rixen had made a wonderful team when it came to sharing the Hope with the Forest Walkers. And so she ignored them as Rixen spoke up, suggesting that they go to Uwaritace. She nodded to him with a brilliant smile. “Sounds great to me.” She offered him, his own grin reflecting on her maw.
But it wasn’t long before that familiar presence creeped up on them – it seemed to even surprise the Matron as the long unique body of Kisamoa appeared. His voice ever so booming, yet Kiada felt a fondness to the way he couldn’t not seem to yell at them. She cast a glance to Rixen and pointed her head toward Kisamoa where Otem was recalling what they were doing and the Matron offered an explanation of the groups. Curious, her ears perked forward and she moved from her place beside Rixen to stand before Kisamoa. “The orbs you gave us have come in handy.” She offered the god with a small roguish grin, dipping her head to him in a way of greeting before roaming her eyes across him as a gleam of worry slipped through her gaze. Had he simply vanished to not deal with him? Or had he been hurt from giving them the hope? She didn't know the reasons he had, but she worried for the god either way.
Then, she eyed the glowing green mouth of the fangs and the striped pelt that danced across his hide – remembering that third eye that appeared between his own that had stared at her unnervingly and glanced across Kisamoa’s face to see if it perhaps would make an appearance. After a few moments, she turned from Kis to stand beside Rixen once more, leaning in close to the antlered man. “He is the god of the land, now.” She offered him, a small explanation from what she tried to say in the Green Labyrinth. This was the god that she had fallen into the river to save, this was the god she had worked for before the Rift even made an appearance, and he was the god that ripped everything she loved from her to the point she screamed at him and yet he seemed to understand. Maybe, not truly understand, but perhaps there was a small amount of pity in the results of what happened to bring the Helovians here.
"Talk."
But it wasn’t long before that familiar presence creeped up on them – it seemed to even surprise the Matron as the long unique body of Kisamoa appeared. His voice ever so booming, yet Kiada felt a fondness to the way he couldn’t not seem to yell at them. She cast a glance to Rixen and pointed her head toward Kisamoa where Otem was recalling what they were doing and the Matron offered an explanation of the groups. Curious, her ears perked forward and she moved from her place beside Rixen to stand before Kisamoa. “The orbs you gave us have come in handy.” She offered the god with a small roguish grin, dipping her head to him in a way of greeting before roaming her eyes across him as a gleam of worry slipped through her gaze. Had he simply vanished to not deal with him? Or had he been hurt from giving them the hope? She didn't know the reasons he had, but she worried for the god either way.
Then, she eyed the glowing green mouth of the fangs and the striped pelt that danced across his hide – remembering that third eye that appeared between his own that had stared at her unnervingly and glanced across Kisamoa’s face to see if it perhaps would make an appearance. After a few moments, she turned from Kis to stand beside Rixen once more, leaning in close to the antlered man. “He is the god of the land, now.” She offered him, a small explanation from what she tried to say in the Green Labyrinth. This was the god that she had fallen into the river to save, this was the god she had worked for before the Rift even made an appearance, and he was the god that ripped everything she loved from her to the point she screamed at him and yet he seemed to understand. Maybe, not truly understand, but perhaps there was a small amount of pity in the results of what happened to bring the Helovians here.
"Talk."
— fearless child, broken girl,
tell me what it's like to burn.
Mentions @Rixen and Kis :o
TROY FALLS A THOUSAND TIMES,
IN EVERY DREAM I DREAM.
(LIKE ASHES, LIKE ASHES,
LIKE A STAR BURNING OUT.)
