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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
Sounds died in the desert, choked under the still air and burning heat. Ninazu, however, attuned herself to the suffering of others – in every sob they breathed, each begging plead to their betters. She caught the pitiful noises against the quiet backdrop of her wasted lands. Her muscles flexed under her pelt as she moved over the land, fire mane extinguished as she moved over the dunes towards the source. The lioness profited off the weakness of others – and she had practice hunting these sorts of creatures down.
Arriving shortly after Lucky, the woman’s mane flared to life throwing light around her. The red flames licked around her neck, wrapping across her shoulders and down to her stomach in a mockery of a male lion’s glorious mane. Rage flared in her chest with it, lips curling back for a moment as she saw the lifeless body; how dare anyone, especially a slave, dare to hurt one of her trusted advisors…!
But her rage never overpowered her the way it strangled the minds of others. Her anger fell around her thoughts coldly, drawing attention to the limp snow leopard – and noticing a few missing pieces. No signs of blood. No signs of a struggle at all. In fact, this looked quite similar to how Ninazu herself took over a new body – and she should know, she’d done this many times before.
Rounding on Lucky, the lioness moved in front of the hellhound to intercept with her lips pulled back. A warning growl rumbled in her throat, but she didn’t waste much time with telling him to back off; she trusted the ardent rank enough to assume he would listen to her commands. So her golden eyes rounded on the malnourished feline, so small against her and the hellhound behind her. But Ninazu could see, now that she was closer, how the domestic feline’s eyes clouded with the same cataracts as Rhiannon’s.
“Rhiannon, relax,” the lioness purred, lashing her tail. Taking a half step closer, she attempted to step into Rhia’s mind and temporarily squash all those unpleasant fears and sorrows and angers. At the same time, she’d also use the opportunity to quickly verify that her assumptions were correct – while Ninazu trusted her judgement, she wasn’t an idiot. She knew she could be wrong about something like this.
Arriving shortly after Lucky, the woman’s mane flared to life throwing light around her. The red flames licked around her neck, wrapping across her shoulders and down to her stomach in a mockery of a male lion’s glorious mane. Rage flared in her chest with it, lips curling back for a moment as she saw the lifeless body; how dare anyone, especially a slave, dare to hurt one of her trusted advisors…!
But her rage never overpowered her the way it strangled the minds of others. Her anger fell around her thoughts coldly, drawing attention to the limp snow leopard – and noticing a few missing pieces. No signs of blood. No signs of a struggle at all. In fact, this looked quite similar to how Ninazu herself took over a new body – and she should know, she’d done this many times before.
Rounding on Lucky, the lioness moved in front of the hellhound to intercept with her lips pulled back. A warning growl rumbled in her throat, but she didn’t waste much time with telling him to back off; she trusted the ardent rank enough to assume he would listen to her commands. So her golden eyes rounded on the malnourished feline, so small against her and the hellhound behind her. But Ninazu could see, now that she was closer, how the domestic feline’s eyes clouded with the same cataracts as Rhiannon’s.
“Rhiannon, relax,” the lioness purred, lashing her tail. Taking a half step closer, she attempted to step into Rhia’s mind and temporarily squash all those unpleasant fears and sorrows and angers. At the same time, she’d also use the opportunity to quickly verify that her assumptions were correct – while Ninazu trusted her judgement, she wasn’t an idiot. She knew she could be wrong about something like this.
WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS