[With something's pupils blown, her reproachful stare shouldn't be cutting or focused. They're duller than any living person's eyes. Still, the fact that there's more there than silence buzzing through her mind makes it clear that the pouting isn't just lingering for lack of anything better to think. She's not swayed by his words. Maybe she would be if they made more sense to her. As it is, he's doing his usual babbling...and something waits for him to wind down before growling and unsteadily pushing herself to her feet. She buckles a little as she puts pressure on the left where her collarbone is broken, but doesn't seem overly bothered by it. Something leans towards him to sniff like maybe that will help satisfy the craving inside her, but decides quickly that that isn't the case. Even less reason to forgive him for wandering off without her. Hmph!
Nevertheless, even when something takes the initiative to wander, she doesn't stray far without him. She has no real goal in mind, after all. They start to progress further through the city, check out buildings that blur together for something, and make grumbling conversation that makes more sense from one side than the other. She learns to gnaw at the dog toy instead of her knuckles, though it causes some pain and confusion for others like her that hear the noise and think it's their lucky day. As angry and territorial as she is, intent on defending her toy, her companion, and herself, there's that terrified feeling stirring in her gut again when she snarls and claws at another undead that gets too close. It isn't until Teo later helps clean her up again that she stops to dwell on it.
Something is powerful. She's unending. She knows this. There shouldn't be a reason to fear things that weren't abandonment. Did it have to do with that "more"? Did she really have to look to her to find answers? Yet another reason to hunch her shoulders and snarl.]
Hhhh...err.
[There's no answer, and something bites down hard into her chew toy, imagining warm blood to soothe her irritation. All it does is make her even more hungry. It's time to get going again.
Long after she's given up on getting a response, she feels a sharp tug that jolts her forward before rooting her in place. She snarls, questioning what she is supposed to do, when there's nothing obviously food, but --
Her head tips unnaturally and the sight makes her still -- tense at first, then relaxed. Something doesn't have to understand why it's happening to know that she has to follow the feeling. Going up so many steps, she thinks, is perhaps easier now than it might have been another time. Before. She sneers tauntingly at the inner voice, happy to win against her at something so handily. Ryder is just content to be getting closer to a world of worlds made of words.
The large windows of the library's main doors are shattered, but muscle memory has her reaching for the handle anyway. Her aim, focus drawn elsewhere, is a bit off the mark, leaving a gash through her glove and sleeve's end that quickly darken with thick, oozing dark brown blood. The smell more than the pain causes something to recoil, snarling again as if telling her hand that it should have known better than to be rotting away inside. Nose wrinkled, she makes another reach for the handle and jostles it only to find it locked. Standing next to the gaping hole in the glass as if it still held strong, something looks around to seek Teo's wisdom.]
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Nevertheless, even when something takes the initiative to wander, she doesn't stray far without him. She has no real goal in mind, after all. They start to progress further through the city, check out buildings that blur together for something, and make grumbling conversation that makes more sense from one side than the other. She learns to gnaw at the dog toy instead of her knuckles, though it causes some pain and confusion for others like her that hear the noise and think it's their lucky day. As angry and territorial as she is, intent on defending her toy, her companion, and herself, there's that terrified feeling stirring in her gut again when she snarls and claws at another undead that gets too close. It isn't until Teo later helps clean her up again that she stops to dwell on it.
Something is powerful. She's unending. She knows this. There shouldn't be a reason to fear things that weren't abandonment. Did it have to do with that "more"? Did she really have to look to her to find answers? Yet another reason to hunch her shoulders and snarl.]
Hhhh...err.
[There's no answer, and something bites down hard into her chew toy, imagining warm blood to soothe her irritation. All it does is make her even more hungry. It's time to get going again.
Long after she's given up on getting a response, she feels a sharp tug that jolts her forward before rooting her in place. She snarls, questioning what she is supposed to do, when there's nothing obviously food, but --
Her head tips unnaturally and the sight makes her still -- tense at first, then relaxed. Something doesn't have to understand why it's happening to know that she has to follow the feeling. Going up so many steps, she thinks, is perhaps easier now than it might have been another time. Before. She sneers tauntingly at the inner voice, happy to win against her at something so handily. Ryder is just content to be getting closer to a world of worlds made of words.
The large windows of the library's main doors are shattered, but muscle memory has her reaching for the handle anyway. Her aim, focus drawn elsewhere, is a bit off the mark, leaving a gash through her glove and sleeve's end that quickly darken with thick, oozing dark brown blood. The smell more than the pain causes something to recoil, snarling again as if telling her hand that it should have known better than to be rotting away inside. Nose wrinkled, she makes another reach for the handle and jostles it only to find it locked. Standing next to the gaping hole in the glass as if it still held strong, something looks around to seek Teo's wisdom.]
Nnnn. Ss. Ide. Hhhlpuh. Huhlp. Rrr...