❝ HEAVEN NEVER WANTED HER INSIDE ❞
Engaged as she was on the new learnings, as soon as she heard the sound of paws upon snow racing towards her, she quickly forgot about it all and went back on high alert. Her body was too slow and cold and tired to react as normal but she kept her hackles raised slightly, yellow teeth bared. Was he coming back to give more hurt? She licked her lips and braced herself- assuming he was coming to slam into her body and throw her back into the tree. But it was not the cruel npc whose claws she'd gotten to know well over the past month. It was Imperia- or as she called her, a provider. Just like Samsa. Just like Koday. The wolf slides to a sudden stop and Littlesolder observes from her lowered stance. The hostility and aggression is mostly gone but defense remains. Who could she trust asides from Abathur? And even then.. the spider had done things to her. Things her mind had prevented her from remembering properly- just to save what little soul she had left.
"mon dieu!" Littlesoldier gives out a little growl of confusion. The other was coming closer, close enough in fact for the tabby to attack and sink her claws into flesh. She considers it for a brief moment or two. Provided with meat, she might get some energy back in her. Enough energy to then attack the npc when he came back. But the feral feeling surpasses her, a once in a lifetime event, and she remains deadly still as Imperia speaks softly to her, approaching her. Help. Such a warm tone. Despite it, a shiver passes through her. What was kindness? What did helping her mean? She remembered learning about the word 'help' recently when Perry was cleaning up. She had 'helped' to some extent. Did the provider wish to.. aid her rather then attack her? Curious. You'd think any animal with enough common sense would take advantage of the weaker meat but the provider was different. She licked her lips, this time nervously, and gave a soft nod in response. "Help." The tabby echoed in a tiny, weak tone. She frowned slightly, glancing down as the wolf sets out these strange instruments. A very strong smell wafts up her nostrils. She blinks and shivers again. Abathur was a doctor, just like her. But Abathur had not 'healed' her in such a way. Did the provider plan to stick metal instruments into her like he'd done?
Suddenly she straightens up and yanks backwards, stepping sharply away from Peri. The chain is too tight and she can't move another inch but she wants to be away from the wolf. Terror reflects in her gold eyes. "Sharp, shiny! HURT! HURT!" Littlesoldier yowls, blindly slashing her metal claws this way and that. The burst of energy- mostly rooted in deep fear- doesn't last long and she's back to slumping in the snow, panting heavily, staring wide eyed at Imperia.