>>6037077>>6037160>>6037257>>6037268>>6037933https://files.catbox.moe/soakaj.mp3You squirmed, and thankfully Miranna -had- noticed your discomfort. She fanned her wings, closing the distance between her and the stone fiend in flight, easing the strain on your body. She slashed the air with her blazing hand, but couldn’t quite skewer the gargoyle dog, resulting in a precarious mid-air tussle between you, Miranna, and the beast. You jerked your legs, your clogs slamming against its granite head.
The beast’s fissured hands skidded off your ankles, its thick fingers clinging to your cherished footwear. In the clouds, a memory flashed of when they were given to you by girl, the lass you had something with despite the gap in age—her being a decade older. Well, not exactly: she didn’t give you the actual clogs, those were worked on by the cobbler. What she gave you as a present was a log of wood … but she was so excited and happy for you to have it!
She was a strange one. What was her name again?
Hang on, was your life already flashing before your eyes? No, no, no, back off!
You bashed the clogs against the sentinel’s grip, twisting your feet until they slid out of the wooden shoes. Pop, they came loose, and you were tossed back towards Miranna. Your held onto Whiskers, grasping the she-demon’s hand with your fingertips. Again, your arm was yanked as she lifted you, all this pirouetting making the scenery blur into a dizzying whirl. Miranna didn’t seem panicked; you couldn’t quite see.
The wood crunched and broke in the creature’s claws. You couldn’t see it, but a single melancholic tear rolled down your cheek regardless. You were going to miss them those clogs and the wood they were made out of. More tears swelled up, not from sadness but from the altitude, mingling with the cold. The stone wings cracked loudly in your ears. Why couldn’t those wings just break entirely already, damn it!
“They are both going right at you,” Miranna yelled, juggling between lifting you up and keeping her wings steady.
“I’ll get crushed like a wine grape!”
“Or a herbarium insect!” she added her own metaphor, proudly.
> Throw Count Whiskers at Miranna and tell her to keep him safe. Let go once they are close to fall and to try and have them smash at one another.> Yell at Miranna to toss you at one of them so you can grab it around its gargoyle head, and then let her deal with the other one without you being in the way.> Apologetically bite at Miranna’s hand holding you in the air to draw her blood and cover yourself with it. Gross. Would that be enough? Would that even work?> Start desperately rubbing your face against Count Whisker’s fur. Maybe possibly they’ll mistake you for a cat?> [Write In] 