P a n g a e a
everybody in the world are you with me?
it's too late to try to run, we run the city
it's my time, it's your time
Her eyes were shut tight, as if the lack of light could convince her that everything was a dream. Not just the injury, and stomach that was growling, but everything. All the way back to when she was back in her own world. Her pack would be around her, waiting for her to finally wake up. Some fighting over scraps of meat, others merely nosing around the underbrush. He would still be there, his muzzle brushing down her spine and whispering for her to wake up so they could go hunt. Duellum would be bounding in excitement at the idea of a hunt, not missing and unreachable. Everything would be right again.
A fly buzzed, landing on the frayed flesh of the deep wounds on her hind legs, and her eyes snapped open as she hissed in pain, snarling and snapping her muzzle at the wayward insect. Pangaea's stomach immediately rumbled, as if recognizing her state as being aware once more, and she was forced to sigh and accept the reality for what it was, again. She rolled to her feet, sneering with deep pain as she was forced to put weight on the wounded back legs, before favoring the more heavily marked limb of the two, carefully lifting her limb and relieving the pressure from where the bite marks tore across her ankle joint.
Her gaze instantly lifted around, searching for a potential bite to eat. It was perhaps by luck that the bird flew past her head at just the right moment. The combination of raising her wing to distract the bird, and the quick snap of her jaws had the lucky find being swiftly swallowed, strong teeth crushing bones, even as she hacked up feathers. It wasn't much, but it settled her enough for the time being.
It helped to clear her thoughts as well, which is likely the only reason she saw the bullet of a colt heading her way. A few graceful moves had her wings lifting her in the air, out of the path of the quickly moving colt, "Watch where you are going!" The words were spoken with a gravely aggression, yellow, reptilian eyes slitted into a glare as she stared down at the colt, "You should know better to run blinding through an area, that's how you trample others."
She landed back onto the ground, wincing with a hiss as her limbs almost buckled beneath her, the landing being a jolt to much. She swiftly allowed herself to lay back down with all the dignity she could muster, tongue licking over the wounded marks as a predator might do to clean a wound, before her cold gaze turned back onto the odd winged colt, not yet grown into his wings, nor his horns. The predatory saurian stared down at him, snorting in annoyance. These mammals and their children. How reckless.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Aeon
Notes: Grumpy Pan for you.
sing it with me everybody, let's go
