warmare: (闇の中)
Hayame ([personal profile] warmare) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs 2022-11-02 09:32 am (UTC)

[She is torn, half upright and half down. A part of her, the part that listened to the whispers in the ground and the rustling of the flowers, wants just to lay her head back down and rest, to close her eyes and wait for that distant voice to solidify. Another part of her refuses to be weak, to let herself be caught vulnerable, and is urged to get back onto all four hooves, to not let herself be caught when she is in such a disadvantaged position. For a jinba, their powerful bodies were weapons... but on their bellies, they lost precious time regaining footing.]

I never asked for your worry.

[The edge of an animal, cornered and on-guard, remains, even as she stills, watching him carefully for any indication that she needs to throw herself into the awkward physical movements required to haul herself back up that quick.

But then he asks if she's injured, and though a part of her knows that he must mean... from something in this field, some "danger" there... she almost laughs. The sound doesn't come out right, it's jilted and self-deprecating, but she can't stop herself... from finding it ironic that the stretch of her lips to even attempt a disdainful laugh stretches the makeshift eyepatch over the left side of her face, the bandages stained slightly with serum and blood.]

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