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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Ah, night time. The serenity of the moon lay still over the darkened land, washing blades of grass in silvery light. The owls flew silent, or with soft hoots as they swooped above their prey. The swish of wind rustled what leaves were left, the colours dimmed under the navy of the sky. It was wonderful, a quiet blanket over the land, mixed with the hushed noises of the night, the flapping of winds, the far off howl of a lone wolf, the sudden and violent smashing of a shed on the edge of the village.


    A quick, terrified cry cut through the night followed by the distinct sound of wood snapping under sudden stress, the slight tear of flesh beneath jagged wood. If one were to look towards the shed Minaiben resided in, they'd see something not quite so peaceful as the rest of the night. The halla was wide awake, eyes wide enough to see white rimmed about the brown. Minaiben's breath came in huffs and pants, her head and antlers through the door and the wood fanned about her. The way it was spread around her prevented her going back though, the sharp ends only digging in more, which succeeded in panicking the terrified halla even more.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Fenedhis, fenedhis, fenedhis!"

    		 She rambled and cursed, trying to jerk backwards, her panic only making the situation word.




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    Huh, huh? Who was making all this noise late at night? The half white and black feline's eyes would flutter open before she started yawning. Her lips outstretched and her fur rummaged around in a some sort of cat bed-head. Ughhh - she had no time to lick it all clean. Oh, boo hoo.


    With a simple smile, the masked one would be out to find the noise. It took awhile to find the source of the noise. But it was surely an odd cry. Perhaps it was that Sam child? Or Nemo? "[b]Oh - you're the one making the noise." A short halt came from the white and black paws of Sleep as she stared drowsily at Mina.


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    [size=11px]currently a domestic feline ☆ staff appearance ☆ information ☆ powers ☆ [abbr=brown tabby with alternate june vallaslin (main) / brown, furred, coyote-sized dragon / mutated white elk (halla - birth body) / regular coyote]bodies[/abbr] ☆ tags[/size]

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    Fendehis indeed. With some innate ability to sense his sister's discomfort wherever he went, a sort of parental instinct that had kicked in after their mother and father's deaths, Samriel came running at her panicked bleats, skittering past Sleepwalker to stand before the terrified halla, his eyes stretched wide to mirror her fear, before he took in the situation and forced composure and relaxation to his body. Oh, dear. She wasn't very good at living, was she? Sam knew he had to help, and thus decided that he would do his best to calm her down, first, to talk to her.


    " Minai, Minai, hush, look, I'll get you out, you're alright. " he spoke in a moderate, easy tone, reaching out to try and nudge his nose against her. " Minai. Calm down, it's alright. " he wondered if he could slip her out easily, or if the shed would need kicking in. It was a matter of dragon or halla, now, really, in terms of shapeshifting.
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    Dorian was quite the heavy sleeper, so when a ruckus woke him, he knew it to be a rather loud one. Grimacing, the lion slipped from his place of residence, knowing that his mane was likely sticking out atrociously and the entirety of his appearance would be rumpled, but he hoped they could forgive his visage on behalf of- well, he didn't have a prediction for what he would discover, which was why he took the scene in stride once he arrived. Samriel was already working on soothing her, so Dorian set about examining the wood of the shack. Could she attempt to rotate her head at a downward angle? No, he did not believe she had the leverage for that.


    The male briefly rubbed at one of his sleep-ridden eyes, and then gave a short nod. "Minaiben, listen to your brother. You are going to be fine; we wil free you momentarily." At the moment, he was thinking they were going to have to at least tear part of the shack down.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Oh Creators someone was here. Minai's response to Sleepwalker's presence was apparently to try and pull her head out again, and she hissed at the pain of failure. She felt as though she were on display, a set of antlers sticking out of someone's wall so they'dhave something to talk about. The initial panic was dwindling but she was slowly growing horrified. What would others have to say about this? She was being ridiculous, after some nightmare that shouldn't have bothered her in the first place. She was fine, it was done and it didn't have to continue affecting her so.


    Then Sam was there and she almost wished the wood had regrown over her face so she could've hidden in shame. Why she felt ashamed, she couldn't say, but there was this sense of shame, of dread when he grew near. A gnawing at her chest.
    Even as she realized this, he was trying to calm her down. So her breathing slowed a little, brown capturing her gaze once more and aboishing the white edged terror. There were actual tears, ones she didn't want to acknowledge or even allude to under current circumstances, so she spoke up instead.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"O-Okay, I'm okay, I just - just a bad dream."

    		 She resisted the urge to sniffle, though cast down her gaze at Dorian's approach. She must've looked like such a child, throwing fits over things that definitely didn't matter. As long as she kept telling herself it didn't matter, it didn't have to.




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    [size=11px]current appearance ☆ staff appearance ☆ information ☆ powers ☆ [abbr=brown tabby with alternate june vallaslin (main) / brown, furred, coyote-sized dragon / mutated white elk (halla - birth body) / regular coyote]bodies[/abbr] ☆ tags[/size]

    [justify][size=11px]Samriel frowned, barely noting Dorian in his state of concerned concentration, his eyes darting over the shed himself as he tried to work out how to free her, so that she could calm down in her own time. He had come to understand the way Minaiben worked over the months, and had learned that coddling her did not always succeed in bringing her mood back, as she seemed to dislike his excessive, motherly care, for some, odd reason that he could not comprehend. Perhaps it was the memory of their parents ...? Samriel could not quite decipher her emotions, sometimes, but he knew how to get around sticky situations, and thus, the moment she began to calm down, dismissing her panic, he decided not to press her further, rather assessing the bigger picture.


    In times like this, Samriel felt older than he was meant to, and yet infinitely smaller. The domestic cat took a deep breath, and then nodded. " Alright, Minai. You can't twist, can you? Do I have to make room for you? " he decided that, because helping her would not work in a coyote sized body, he would have to shift into a halla, and did so with ease, exhaling with some form of odd relief as he took the form of his birth self.
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