ooc; this is actually really fun! figuring out some of her personality traits here, like hallucinations caused by fear! 8D
Nevada watched with delight as the leader whirled around in shock at her little call and suppressed a giggle, if they were capable of being scared maybe they wouldn’t be capable of hurting her. The expression on the brindles face was equally amusing and behind her, her bushy tail wagged back and forth, very much enjoying this little trick she had decided to play on them. It had certainly made her morning a little better. However, the harsh tone that came from the woman stopped her tail dead and she pressed her ears against her skull again. Now fearful, she pressed herself deeper into the foliage to avoid being seen. “ No. You’re going to hurt me! “ She said accusingly, the tremble in her childish voice evident as she spoke.
The cow, apparently named Dhenu, had other plans. It ambled towards her and she let out a little squeal of terror as it thrust it’s large nose exactly where she was hiding. It was an attack cow! She knew it! Right before her eyes it grew horns that were six feet long and covered with blood, and her heart pounded in her chest. Nevada had never felt fear like this before and she had to stifle a blood-curdling scream by clamping her muzzle shut, mis-matched eyes wide and unseeing. The leader-woman plaintively called the cow back and rapidly the hallucinations disappeared as some of her fear was quelled - it was just a cow. Clutching her forehead in a confused fashion as the cow ignored the order and began browsing beside her, she decided to do something daring. Nevada reached out with a trembling, stained hand and lay it against the cows side, palm flat.
Dhenu paid her no mind as she touched the female cow, and breathing a sigh of relief Nevada began to stroke her surprisingly soft coat. Now entranced with the cows loud patterns, she moved out of her hiding place in the foliage and hid behind the cow, using her side as a barrier. Poking her slender muzzle over the straight back of the cow, she eyed the two Luperci who were waiting for her to come out. They didn’t look all that threatening. “ I like your cow. She is soft. “ She said softly, bright eyes watching the others moves. “ I mean, if you try to hurt me I will hurt your cow! “ She stammered out in the least threatening tone possible, ducking behind Dhenu once more. So far they had done nothing to make her trust them, but, she reasoned to herself, neither had she.
The thread was empty, Nevada didn’t even possess any weapons, but it was imperative that she protect herself. If she died before she reached Inferni she wouldn’t any use to anybody. The girl held her breath as she waited for the answer from the jackal, muscles clenched and ready to run if danger presented itself. The cow would be her cover.
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