[i] - Little Feather & Lion - [/i]

Lion hadn’t meant to come across angry, he had been joking with the girl but he often forgot how imposing he was if people didn’t know him very well. He cocked his head to the side watching the blonde girl with his intelligent blue eyes as she studied her hands, he was sure his hair would have been stuck to her fingers as well. He may have been a spirit but in his solid form he still shed hair like a normal lion and had to eat etc. He shook his head and rolled his eyes as she wiped her hands on a shirt hanging from her room door, her and Little Feather were going to be a nightmare living together if Drow was as messy as the young Lakota was. 

Little Feather hadn’t really considered whether Drow would be comfortable being so close to her, she wasn’t touching her being slightly shy of close contact herself but it seemed to be [i]too[/i] close for Drow’s liking as she seemed to shift further up Lion’s body until she was practically up Lion’s neck. The beast below them seemed a little unsure of how he felt as the weight wasn’t distributed evenly on his back it made him have to concentrate on keeping his balance. Sensing his discomfort Little Feather shuffled further down Lion’s back, she looked up at Drow catching the small nod brought a smile to her face. “In that case you’ll need to turn around...or if you can’t travel backwards switch places with me” She grinned at Drow, showing off a little she lifted herself out and stood up on the Lion’s back placing her feet apart to even out her weight putting her arms out to the side as she shifted her gaze to the sky momentarily as a soft breeze played with her long hair. A wistful look on her face as she looked at the clouds, it had been such a long time since she’d travelled above them. She was completely unaware of any looks thrown their way, since the pair had arrived they’d received odd looks. 

She glanced back down just as Drow looked over her shoulder at her, she slid back into a crouch leaning forward on her hands and dropping one of her knees down to make sure she maintained her modesty in her skirt. She tilted her head to the side, confusion passing across her expression as she watched Drow wipe some kind of liquid across her face and over her cheek whilst her other hand lifted and pointed towards Little Feather’s face. The young Lakota had a good idea what Drow wanted by then but her muttered word solidified what she meant. “You want some face paint as well?” She asked to double check though she was already reaching for the medicine horn at her hip, to check what colors she had on her. Green, Red and Blue were the only pots she seemed to have on her, she glanced at Drow before back at her medicine horn. “I’ve got some on me, Green, Red and White though the last two would be perfect for you. Red for beauty and happiness, White for purity, light and peace” She grinned at the other girl, she thought Drow would have suited green as well but she felt drawn to the ideals behind the other colors still...it was the blonde’s choice. Then a strange thought struck her...would Drow want her to apply the paint? She felt her cheeks darken at the thought of it, the last person she had applied paint to would have been her husband a long time ago. “D-do you want me to do it for you? Or are you...erm...” The Lakota trailed off clearly a little embarrassed but not unwilling to do so. Lion ground to a halt next to the lounge, deciding if the girls were going to play with paints he was going to suggest they sit on the grass here to do so whilst he grabbed some breakfast for himself...one of the chefs at the chicken restaurant had taken to leaving him offerings in the hope he wouldn’t return to cause havoc in his restaurant. 

[i] – Crash– [/i]

Crash was completely unaware of Fate's true intentions, the more she played the part of a frightened child the more determined he became in his search. Though there was a niggling feeling at the back of his mind that made him feel something was wrong, everything about the scenario was suspicious really if he thought on it...however he didn’t think it over, he simply ignored it and pushed forward. With his focus filtered towards finding her, his actions were far from clumsy and his mind filtered into 'panic' mode where everything was crystal clear and to the point. Of course with this intense sense of desperation and panic came the push of darkness within him, his eyes begun to glow dimly in the dull light of the ruins, claws sliding through the tips of his fingers and his canines indenting his bottom lip. 

-25%- 

After several close calls over the last few weeks, the darkness within him needed minimal encouragement to push for the surface. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he stopped to catch his breath, listening intently for her answer as it reached his ears he shifted his gaze towards the ceiling looking for the cage she had spoken of earlier, her distress pushed him further still. "I'm going to get you out, just hold on a little longer...OK?" He called back, eyes darting this way and that until they focused on the dull glow above him. "Want to know a trick for using when you're scared?" He called to her his intent to keep her talking as he tested out the wall closest to the glow to see if he could scale it. 

The brickwork seemed fairly loose but he could see a small ledge above him, if he could just reach it, it would give him access to the glow...which he was sure would lead him to the cage, her voice was definitely coming from it. He reached up to grab at a protruding stone "Close your eyes and think of something that makes you happy. Everyone has someone or something...a favorite story-" Crash was just talking, his voice was smooth and calm despite his raging emotions, unfortunately he was cut off as the stone fell free of the wall causing dust to rain down on him from above. [i]Come on...give me a break[/i] he thought with a grunt of annoyance, he couldn’t risk shifting again not without pooling the remnants of his energy together, his body hadn’t completely recovered from yesterday. “-A favorite place perhaps” He finished off as the niggling feeling at the back of his mind persisted to bug him. He reached up again hooking his clawed fingers behind the smooth rock as he pushed off from the ground, pulling a small wave of water up with his trainer it crashed noisily against the wall and made the lower rocks dangerously slippery, it seemed luck was on his side however as he managed to jam his toe onto the rock regardless. [i]Crash – 1 Fate – 4...Better than nothing[/i] He thought to himself, keeping his subconscious tally...how silly it would have seemed if he had known just who sat above him.

His breathing became unsteady as he scaled the wall, sweat beaded on his forehead as good foothold or handholds became far and few between. He wanted to keep the girl talking but he didn’t really know how to calm a child down. “What’s your name?” He asked breathlessly, eyeing up the ledge above him as fear settled into his stomach, he wasn’t going to hesitate now but if he missed that ledge...it was going to [i]really[/i] hurt. Purple smoke rose from his clothes as sweat dampened his palms, he listened out for the girls response but mentally counted himself in. 

[i]3...2...1...![/i] And with that exclamation he leapt for the ledge, stretching his arm up he was relieved as his claws scraped against the old brickwork noisily sliding towards the edge before they jammed in a rut and held fast. By now he was completely in Fate’s view, she would have seen him pull himself up onto the ledge with marginal difficulty as his limbs quaked with the effort of holding him up. With ragged breathing he pulled his feet beneath him, crouching at the edge as he inspected the slither of glowing light. Normal people probably would have been wary of a strange glowing light, Crash however simply leaned forward and pressed his palm against it...without a second thought to being shocked or thrown about. Providing neither happened he pulled his hand back for a moment. “Watch yourself” He warned the girl before he brought his hand down harshly against the smooth glowing service, curling his claws forward as if to pierce it...

-50%- 

[i] - Mercy - [/i]

(To be added...)