[Breathy sobs quickened as centuries of fear gushed into him, draining into his being like the depths of a whirlpool. He flailed about, trying to battle the dark swells. Alla wasn't prepared for anything like this: torn between horribly upset and dangerously hungry. His instinct and consciousness schismed, the former whispering a dark language, foreign to him now, almost.
A painful roar-like cry burst from Alla's throat, then the chimera's body slumped like an abandoned doll. He couldn't process what he was seeing, feeling, or sensing. All he wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere. Never before had his spots failed him. Then again, he hadn't the slightest idea what they truly were, except a part of himself, and that he needed them to survive.
How did this happen? A more important question kept repeating in his mind... one he could barely choke out.]
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A painful roar-like cry burst from Alla's throat, then the chimera's body slumped like an abandoned doll. He couldn't process what he was seeing, feeling, or sensing. All he wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere. Never before had his spots failed him. Then again, he hadn't the slightest idea what they truly were, except a part of himself, and that he needed them to survive.
How did this happen? A more important question kept repeating in his mind... one he could barely choke out.]
Why...?