11-02-2018, 02:31 PM
A young girl’s screams were hardly out of place in the midst of yet another apocalypse. And they were about due, really; too many years without some kind of disaster made Lilitha restless, suspicious, got her spooking at shadows, metaphorically speaking at least. In a way the plague was almost reassuring. It reminded her of the truth - there was nothing safe in this world, and everything could end in a moment.
Out of place or not, she ran to answer, fire flaring to alertness inside her until it was flickering along her skin, simmering right beneath the surface in case it was needed. But the closer she got, the more she smelled smoke and burning, and it quickly became clear MORE fire wasn’t the solution. Thankfully, she was good at putting them out too.
She reached out with her fire and pulled the flames into herself, snuffed them out and got the blaze under control. The girl’s panic had her screaming again, and more flames shot out of her mouth. Oh. Oh goodness, well that explained--yep. Okay. Lilitha let her fire burn as she screamed, but snuffed it out anywhere it caught in the surrounding foliage. And when the scream died down, she crooned, “heyyy, it’s okay. It’s alright. I’ve got you. C’mere, love, it’s gonna be okay.”
She stepped closer, approaching with careful footsteps, head tilted just a little, ducking down to be a little less scary. The little girl’s green eyes were wide with fear, and Lilitha could hardly blame her. She was a bit of a fearsome sight these days, huge and towering and broad, covered in scars. “It’s okay, little love,” she crooned, reaching out her muzzle and whuffing softly, quiet little sounds of reassurance. “C’mere, baby, I won’t hurt you.”
The girl fidgeted nervously, but took a cautious step closer, and Lilitha whickered soft encouragement. “That’s it, baby. You’re alright now.” Smoke still drifted up from the smoldering piles of debris, the sharp scent of burning still lingering in the air, and the little one shook with nerves and waffled a moment longer, indecisive, before launching herself at Lilitha and curling up against her broad chest.
“That’s it, love, I’ve got you.”
Out of place or not, she ran to answer, fire flaring to alertness inside her until it was flickering along her skin, simmering right beneath the surface in case it was needed. But the closer she got, the more she smelled smoke and burning, and it quickly became clear MORE fire wasn’t the solution. Thankfully, she was good at putting them out too.
She reached out with her fire and pulled the flames into herself, snuffed them out and got the blaze under control. The girl’s panic had her screaming again, and more flames shot out of her mouth. Oh. Oh goodness, well that explained--yep. Okay. Lilitha let her fire burn as she screamed, but snuffed it out anywhere it caught in the surrounding foliage. And when the scream died down, she crooned, “heyyy, it’s okay. It’s alright. I’ve got you. C’mere, love, it’s gonna be okay.”
She stepped closer, approaching with careful footsteps, head tilted just a little, ducking down to be a little less scary. The little girl’s green eyes were wide with fear, and Lilitha could hardly blame her. She was a bit of a fearsome sight these days, huge and towering and broad, covered in scars. “It’s okay, little love,” she crooned, reaching out her muzzle and whuffing softly, quiet little sounds of reassurance. “C’mere, baby, I won’t hurt you.”
The girl fidgeted nervously, but took a cautious step closer, and Lilitha whickered soft encouragement. “That’s it, baby. You’re alright now.” Smoke still drifted up from the smoldering piles of debris, the sharp scent of burning still lingering in the air, and the little one shook with nerves and waffled a moment longer, indecisive, before launching herself at Lilitha and curling up against her broad chest.
“That’s it, love, I’ve got you.”