10-07-2018, 02:48 PM
Kali was almost feeling okay as Ischia came into sight. She was mostly safe out on the water, moreso with her Khari holding her close and Daddy nearby, and anyway they were going home to Momma who would hold her and fuss over her and love her and probably huff angrily at Daddy for taking her baby away for a little while and it’d make her feel safe and warm and good inside and the world could pretend to be alright for a few hours.
Until night came and sleep overtook her and dreams twisted into darkness and fire and screaming.
But it was bright outside and she was wrapped up in love and maybe everything could be okay for a little bit. Maybe she could catch her breath. But Khari pulled her closer, slowed them down and stood on the surface of the water, wariness putting tension in the muscles of his shoulder, his side, everywhere her body pressed against his. And fear spiked inside her again, her heart racing, her body trembling as she clung tighter to him.
She did not like the idea of Daddy leaving them to go investigate. But she liked the idea of her and Khari going with him even less. So she stayed tucked up safe(ish) against her Khari while Daddy went to make sure their island home wasn’t as dangerous as Taiga had become. At least they were still safe out on the water, where no one but Daddy and Kylie could reach them.
Except.
Someone else found them, someone new and not her Kylie, and Kali started shaking harder the second a strange voice reached her ears. Too close, too close, and charging closer, and Kali panicked, simultaneously scrambling up onto Khari and shifting into something that could, getting a little tangled in the process. Her heart tried to race straight out of her chest, beating so hard and fast it sounded like buzzing in her ears as she got so, so small, limbs frantically shifting into something that could grasp at Khari’s hair instead of pounding uselessly against him in the attempt (omg sorryyyy D: her poor Khari!).
Teeny, tiny small, even smaller than her little grey fox shape, was the tiny little grey finger monkey that clambered up into his mane and clung tight, shaking and making little chittery panic sounds in the back of her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight and held on, tiny body rocking back and forth as terror drowned her all over again, flooding down her throat making breathing so hard, shallow and desperate and gasping. Please don’t hurt me.
((D: D: D: she is tiny trauma victim and insta-panicked at stranger danger))
Until night came and sleep overtook her and dreams twisted into darkness and fire and screaming.
But it was bright outside and she was wrapped up in love and maybe everything could be okay for a little bit. Maybe she could catch her breath. But Khari pulled her closer, slowed them down and stood on the surface of the water, wariness putting tension in the muscles of his shoulder, his side, everywhere her body pressed against his. And fear spiked inside her again, her heart racing, her body trembling as she clung tighter to him.
She did not like the idea of Daddy leaving them to go investigate. But she liked the idea of her and Khari going with him even less. So she stayed tucked up safe(ish) against her Khari while Daddy went to make sure their island home wasn’t as dangerous as Taiga had become. At least they were still safe out on the water, where no one but Daddy and Kylie could reach them.
Except.
Someone else found them, someone new and not her Kylie, and Kali started shaking harder the second a strange voice reached her ears. Too close, too close, and charging closer, and Kali panicked, simultaneously scrambling up onto Khari and shifting into something that could, getting a little tangled in the process. Her heart tried to race straight out of her chest, beating so hard and fast it sounded like buzzing in her ears as she got so, so small, limbs frantically shifting into something that could grasp at Khari’s hair instead of pounding uselessly against him in the attempt (omg sorryyyy D: her poor Khari!).
Teeny, tiny small, even smaller than her little grey fox shape, was the tiny little grey finger monkey that clambered up into his mane and clung tight, shaking and making little chittery panic sounds in the back of her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut so tight and held on, tiny body rocking back and forth as terror drowned her all over again, flooding down her throat making breathing so hard, shallow and desperate and gasping. Please don’t hurt me.
((D: D: D: she is tiny trauma victim and insta-panicked at stranger danger))