[DND]Breakdown

Neela Garcia · 01-18-2012, 08:18 PM

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

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The soft crunch of paws through snow met Neela's ear and a violent flinch went through the red-furred woman's body, her head shooting to one side and then the other in an attempt to try and find the approaching figure. A tri-coloured dog slowly came into her vision, Jace. The weight of the knife in Neela's hand suddenly felt like a lead weight strapped to her wrist and her hand shot outwards, the knife flying into the snow out of her reach followed shortly by its twin. Neela would not be hurting one of her friends not tonight, that small part of her mind the confused collie still had control of.

"G'way Jace." Neela muttered, her head dropping down to her knees, Neela didn’t want a friend seeing her in this state. Going to see Kiara had been a mistake, a drunken mistake to subject her friend to her. Evidently her uttering was either too quiet for Jace to hear or was ignored as the tri-coloured female quickly closed in on Neela and helped her to her feet, muttering assurances in her ear the whole way.

In what seemed like no time at all Neela was stumbling through the large window frame that served as the main entrance to her home. The firepit was cold and shreds of fabric were spread throughout the room, the remnants of pillows and blankets that hadn’t survived the last few weeks with Neela. As the two canines entered the house a curious hum greeted them from a partially blocked doorway to the right, where Grynn was peeking her head out of the door.

The falcon hovered between the door and the room for a second before moving up to hover above the door. Positioned so the falcon looked directly at Jace and let out a piercing screech, a fell noise filled with promises of pain for any who entered the room, the noise easily distinguishable to somebody who couldn’t understand the language such as Jace. This done the small bird moved forward, her wing skimming the top of Jace's head in a gesture too soft to be considered aggressive even to those unused to the falcon's body language.

Neela had broken free from Jace as the two entered the house and gone to collapse by the firepit, staring blindly into the empty firepit. The falcon landed on the dejected dogs shoulders and gabbled quickly in low speech but to low response. After a while the falcon gave Neela's ear fur a dejected tug before flapping over to Jace, landing on the woman's shoulder.

"Neela. Ill. Sleep-terrors." Grynn's voice was surprisingly scratchy and deep when made to use high speech, though it was fairly quiet considering the loud noises the small bird was capable of making. "Blankets." Grynn wasn't one for conversation in high speech and after stating the word she flew off, hovering by the door that lead to Neela's spare bedroom, a small converted bathroom filled with blankets and pillows.

The supplies pointed out Grynn returned to Jace's shoulder, within striking range should the canine get curious about Grynn's nest room but also able to help guide Jace around the house. On Jace's shoulder the little birds eyes stared determinedly at Jace, a silent demand for the woman to help Neela, Grynn assuming that the canine would have some way of fixing what was wrong with her friend.

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