side-effects

[fordola]

Who: Fordola rem Lupis, and open.
When: From the 16th to the 19th.
Where: Your place ;3
What: Fordola had a bad magical reaction. She is not a happy griffin.
Warnings: To be added.

Her head felt like it was splitting apart. She was in pain, she felt as if her Resonant was back. All because she trusted people. Pah.

And so, for the few days from the 16th to the 19th, Fordola could be found flying into random places, trying to hide herself from people... badly. She'd stopped her casual patrols, instead trying to bundle close to places with people she knew... without them knowing she was there. (She couldn't just stay with Thancred. He hated her. They all hated her, or so she thought. She had gotten used to the silence, and now... this?)

So, uh. Don't mind the griffin in your yard, on your roof, or in your garden. Hissing, or biting onto her own tail, trying to bite it off - or just using it to try and focus. She hadn't needed to use techniques to focus on herself... well, honestly, she hadn't built any yet.

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[wordsinthesoul]

He's not expecting to see Fordola in this particular yard, and he pauses, groceries in his arms. He… hasn't seen this, and it worries him. Enough to approach, certainly. "Fordola?"

[fordola]

She froze, her eyes having that deep redness to them. Tail swishing, a little bloodied.

"--don't get closer."

[wordsinthesoul]

That's… worrying, but he stops, at least for the moment. His eyes go to her tail for a moment, worried.

"All right. But… what happened?"

[fordola]

The skin looks gnawed at, broken a little. She moves to hold it in her mouth.

"...somethin' came back."

[wordsinthesoul]

A nervous tic, maybe? Part of him thinks of bandages- do they have a salve, perhaps, but he stays focused- taking a step.

"Something- one of the things you told me about?" He takes one step forward, cautious.

[fordola]

"Yeah," she said with her tail twitching. Her wings moving to wrap around herself. "We-- do you mind if we head home?"

[wordsinthesoul]

"Not at all- I was thinking that might be best, in fact." He steps closer, reaching out to touch her wing. "Do you need anything, for now?"

[fordola]

She pulled away. "Don't--!!"

Before... looking to his groceries. "I-- just... don't touch me. It'll get worse."

[wordsinthesoul]

"…all right." But- he would still like to reach out. To offer comfort. And if it's that, then… the Resonant?

"What about when we're back at the house?"

[fordola]

"...then I wanna nest."

It was said softly. As softly as she usually says it.

[wordsinthesoul]

His ears twitch, the better to hear, and he nods. "Then we'll do that. If you'd like my assistance, and company- else I can simply make something nice."

[fordola]

A little sigh. "I could use some company, at least. Except... you-- might need t'put up with some weirdness."

[wordsinthesoul]

"That, I can certainly offer." He tilts his head, turning to start movign towards home- though not without her. "Stranger than usual, you mean?"

[fordola]

She kept up, trying to hold her head on straight. "...so, uh. Ya remember how I told you about the Resonant?"

[wordsinthesoul]

Thancred nods, doing his best to set a reasonable pace. "I do. A power not unlike the Echo." Even if the way it's been given… strikes him as troubling.

[fordola]

A little sigh. "It's come back. I was trying to get some help from the Coven."

[wordsinthesoul]

"Ah." Thancred slows, wanting to fall into step with her, worried for her. "What did they say?"