Her hackles are up along her back, rising. Jael is trying her damndest to look bigger, look scarier than she is. It was fucking hard, especially given her stature. The way this creep looks at her... disdain. Disgust. Something worse. It colors her expression, drips from her tone of voice. Tense. Jael is so incredibly tense. Every bit as coiled, prepared to strike as the man before her.
For as proud as Jael is, she's not stupid. She knows just how much size, just how much weigh Azure has on her. She knows the odds. She knows they're shit. Far to the west, there were the islands in the distance. Safety. Gil. He's the safety she needs. He's the aching in her chest, in her lungs. Everything comes in a split second-- Jael is quick after all. Bred for speed, for agility. For decision making. Jael takes a couple long steps before smashing the glass jar on the ground behind her. Taking off at a dead run.
Taking off in the direction of home, as fast as her paws will take her. Heart pounding in her chest. At the top of her lungs, she calls out for him. Cries out. Though she doesn't want to give the madman the satisfaction, she also needs her safe haven. Her guardian. "Gil!" It's at the top of her lungs. All Jael can do is hope he comes for her.
Jael vs Azure for Race
Round 0/2
Age: over 1
Size: Extra small
Build: Medium
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Intellectual
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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