>>6038201>>6038215>>6038269>>6038271>>6038549>>6038562https://files.catbox.moe/n0ea02.mp3“Think you can yank me away before that happens?”
“For sure!” Miranna replied, her voice brimming with confidence.
Overconfidence. You had doubts that she could: avoiding both seemed impossible, and they would just pivot and pursue. You heaved yourself yourself up, bringing her hand level with your chin. They were statues, but they also looked like dogs.
“I’m going to bite you!” you warned.
She looked at you, her irises churning like flames as she nodded in affirmation.
You sank your teeth into her hand, drawing her demon blood and immediately spitting it out. Glowing like lava, with warmth and surprising awful zest, it spurted off her claws and splashed onto your face. You winced, and so did Miranna, letting more of her blood fall on you. A moment later, the stone demons drew closer, lowering their heads like battering rams. What an awful idea this was! You squeezed your eyes shut, not even sure who to pray for. Just as they gargoyle dogs neared to crush you between their marble forms—at the last possible moment—they trashed their marble wings and veered away, taking flight further elsewhere.
The wind gathered in the pummel of their departure, the sharp gale crashing at you from both sides. The violet tempest buffeted Miranna’s feathers, trashing her form about. Her talons scratched your hand, an unintended payback, before her grip loosened. You fell, your back skimming the wispy clouds as if through mist. The beasts had abandoned their pursuit, but Miranna’s silhouette was disappearing just as fast.
She did not give you a moment to reflect on your life a second time, swooping in like a downpour, curving her arms to seize you. You elbows smacked against her iron breastplate, the force of the impact cradling you in like a worm.
“Got you!” she said, flashing a grin, more of her scorching blood staining your clothes. “Careful, don’t get it in your mouth.”
“Don’t tell me … it’s poisonous to humans?” you spat, the blood charring your tongue like an awful spice.
She winced, her freckles sparkling like embers. “No, I just don’t want you to see that I, Nettle Harpy, bleed!”
> Nonchalantly tell Miranna that you don’t mind seeing her bleed. It’s cool, in fact; she shouldn’t worry.> Apologise for biting her without much warning, and hug her as a thank you for catching you from falling.> Thank her for catching you, verbally. After a while, lift Whiskers to kiss her in your stead.> Give her a promise that none of this happened, you don’t recall, and you don’t remember that you bit her. > [Write In] 