fury and blades

You think I'll be the dark sky She hadn’t paid attention to the small child as she moved in further to the cave, the fire drowning out the bits of the dark that so many terrible things could happen in. Yet, she spotted the child hugging the wall, eventually moving out toward the Harpy, and she offered Eira an encouraging smile. There was a sound that her inky ears picked up a slight sound in the darkness, and she willed her flames brighter in the hopes it might cast light on their assailant. Then, there was a sickening squishing sound of limbs left behind as Kiada looked around. The Metus had to be here, if the carnage was any reconciliation. That’s when she saw it, the churning of those sharp teeth, and her eyes widened slightly as she turned her head to look for Eira – the maternal instinct in her (protect, protect, protect) as she rounded the front of the Metus. He growled at her then, from what she didn’t know, but the sound grated on the rocks enough so that she wanted to flatten her ears against her skull. His head shifted toward the young child, then, and Kiada whipped her head to Eira. “Stay with me, girl.” She uttered before stepping forward and summoning that blue-black flame that accompanied Kisamoa along her headdress, lowering her head so the blades pointed toward him. ‘Come and get me.’ She thought to herself, glaring at the Metus, ready to spring her tornados into action if he so much as tried to harm Eira. "Talk." so you can be the star? — I'll swallow you whole. Kiada

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@Eira <3