Restlessness had found its way into her bones, seeping slow, thick and hot into her joints, intertwining with the blood in her veins, finally kicking something that told Sikeax it might be best to give up sleeping.
The ocean could be cold and unforgiving. It threw the whole of it’s weight deep into her chest and stabbed her with freezing fingers, all just to tell her she’s no longer welcome within the church that she had grown so fond of. The sea didn’t want the living thrashing around inside it’s vengeful belly when the cold air settled in.
Hobgoblin cursed her very existence.
Shivers swept across her thin coat as the low wails of Frostfall cried out against the sand, haunted by the warning of hateful and vicious sandstorms. Even thinking of one put her gut in a twist and built a knot within the depths of her throat, urging her to dig deep and find something that would lead her back into familiar safety.
Left without the choice to swim across, the bridge shaped itself into her last, feeble resort to find her way back to the island, and from there, somewhere deep and outcasted, vacant of company excluding the companionship of Hobgoblin.
Her own illness found its way to him through their bond, finally letting go and watching him fly with dull blue eyes, his wings spread wide, screaming at the top of his lungs to announce his grand presence over anyone he could stumble over, performing tricks that would of made her organs churn at the idea of if it weren’t for the overwhelming sensation of pride and the burning heat of the Rougarou’s ego.
Through all of this, she wanted to beg him to come back to her, to not abandon her and to protect her, to keep her company as how he’d always done since they’d came to each other.
But that would be selfish, she reminds herself, trailing with a slow canter just so he could be within her line of sight, desperate to hold onto his very existence like a newborn foal clings to it’s mother’s side for safety and all the offerings of early life that she could offer.
A canter ends up destined to be a gallop, Sikeax having been kissed with the dirty lips of worry and fear as soon as something catches him, pouring disease into her body when excitement burns like a raging wildfire from him. The pair had been so cut off from the world for such an extended period of time that Sikeax had forgotten to tend to his needs for socialization, to rage and hate at even the smallest things with teeth bared, getting himself high off of the drug of evil. He built his personality so far off from her own that she couldn’t even figure out how to tend to his young needs when all he wanted was to wage war on every being he could find worthy enough to be his opponent, mentally laughing as her heart was drowning in horror that he generated, seeping with pleasure at even the idea of destroying her day.
His only excuse could be that she just made it so damn easy for him. Like taking candy from a child, if you needed it explained in that way.
Talons grapple a nearby stone, red eyes blazing with annoyance at the sight of the same mare that encouraged him to fight another Rougarou, one whose thought alone sent a lightning bolt of burning anger through his system. In being mimicked by another of his own species, a permanent insult had found a way to leave a mark on his ego.
He, and only him, could look the way that he did, as far as he saw it.
Amusement fills Sikeax with the same taste of bad cough syrup, pulling herself together and attempting to wash away all the signs of blind panic when there’s work to be done, though she can’t help but feel embarrassed at intruding on Ranjiri and another, silently fearing that her herdmate might have some feelings of dislike towards her after their last meeting.
Hobgoblin does nothing more than squeak at her, spilling out a soft trail of fluttering coo’s towards her as he digs his claws into mane and forelock, resting behind the light of her horn and between the towers of her ears after deserting his last resting spot.
Upon finally addressing the situation, having brought her face into a knotted mess of confusion at the sight of someone actually blocking a herd member from returning, something took the sweet time to bite into her courage and run a shiver along her spine. Maybe it was something about his size. It might of been about the amount of muscle that he portrayed with such ease, or it could of been those eyes that made Hobgoblin hiss fire at the sight of them. The sound that lurched out from his jaws was long and high, wings curled around his body to add an appearance of a larger size.
Please, don’t start a fight. Let me take care of something for once.
But most of all? It had to be the voice that rumbled out that behemoth's throat that made her swallow all of her courage like it was water.
Goblin’s damned hatred of everything that dared to breathe gave her a little something to work with, pushing her along to the idea that Ranjiri might actually be in trouble, that this could be a chance to make up for the fact that she almost allowed her companion to generate a bloodbath before the woman.
”H-hey!” God…. Why did she have to stumble on her words? Pleasure slips through a small hole in her wall, urged on to make even more an effort by Hobgoblin. ”You can act like a king in your own cave, but you’re trespassing right now.”
He laughs at her weak, childish attempts to feed off of his strength, to be more of him than she is herself, but for once, its nice to watch her shove her weight around when he isn’t on the receiving end of insults and Sia’s tears.
She can’t stop her act now, trying to put herself together into a stance that was sure to get a laugh out of one of her friends, quite possibly a warm-hearted chuckle out of Hector’s deep voice, who she could then ask for help with this charade.
But Hector wasn’t there, and she couldn’t kill all of her panic and terror and the same feeling that tore a hole a mile wide in her chest the moment Amara threatened to kill her, the kind that tells you ’this right here is what is going to kill you.’
”What do you need?” Her words are dressed into the form of a quickly tightening chain around her throat, cutting her air supply off so that she is reminded of the full extent of her actions.
And Hobgoblin? Well, the devil’s laughing.

OOC: Hobgoblin is a Wyvern right now, and since Sikeax's profile is down right now, he's a bi-legged silver dragon with a barbed tail and red eyes, about 4 1/2ft in full length.

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