Scout tries to get upright and falls against the side of the grave, confused by her own feet. Are they supposed to be like this? Isn't she supposed to have human feet that fit in boots, with heels that plant on the ground, instead? It's hard to think around the immense, stomach-dropping feeling that something very bad has happened here, or is still happening. The dirt being dropped on her isn't helping. "Stop!"
It does not stop. Once she's set her... claws? sure? and can rise up on them (on the tips of her toes?) and straighten her legs, the top of her head clears the hole in the ground. Apparently, she's tall. Scout's feet aren't that well suited for climbing but she can reach up with her arms, and brace her... tail?? against the damp soil on the other side, and haul herself out, panting a little as she tries to look in every direction at once. "What is wrong with you?" she demands, but the gravedigger moves on like a low-function droid, not responding to that or anything else Scout says.
Scout looks like some kind of dragon-faun, with a very long spade-tipped tail and long legs ending in sort of hooves. Scales show down her throat and the backs of her arms and there's a bulge in the middle of her forehead, framed by small white horns, that looks like a third, closed eye. Her fingernails, and the hooves and claws on her feet, are shining brassy metal under the dirt.
-no, wait, she looks normal and unremarkable to anyone who doesn't specifically have iron on them or truth-seeing powers. Whatever 'normal' is to the onlooker, which might in fact still be a dragon-girl, or a human, or whatever else. Just a tall girl of eighteen or so with a broad, freckled face and a snubbed nose. Scout can remember the Ringleader (who?) giving her the glamour-spell and that it keeps outsiders from knowing they (who's 'they?') don't belong. It seems like a good idea to use it.
only way:
Another thing Scout still knows: how to manifest her dæmon, which she does as she traverses the maze. Her soul streams from her body as a mass of golden motes that coalesce and shrink down into a long-tailed, homely alien animal that resembles a badger, a warthog, a monitor lizard... It also has a lionlike mane and tail tuft.
"Was that a good idea?" he says softly, peering about, but he leans against her leg anyway.
You might come across them then, or see Scout having slumped in the lilacs, her lips moving and eyes half-lidded as she tries and fails to rouse herself. Her dæmon clambers about trying to fight the vines overtaking her. His heavy jaws and large teeth, his sharp claws, they seem to be more effective at scratching her clothes and skin than cutting back the plants. Even though she's "normal", any of her blood that gets too far from her seems to be turning glittery gold.
"Hey. Help!" the dæmon says sharply, glaring at any passerby.
Tallisibet Enwandung-Esterhazy (Scout) | Star Wars Legends (Lost Carnival CRAU)
Scout tries to get upright and falls against the side of the grave, confused by her own feet. Are they supposed to be like this? Isn't she supposed to have human feet that fit in boots, with heels that plant on the ground, instead? It's hard to think around the immense, stomach-dropping feeling that something very bad has happened here, or is still happening. The dirt being dropped on her isn't helping. "Stop!"
It does not stop. Once she's set her... claws? sure? and can rise up on them (on the tips of her toes?) and straighten her legs, the top of her head clears the hole in the ground. Apparently, she's tall. Scout's feet aren't that well suited for climbing but she can reach up with her arms, and brace her... tail?? against the damp soil on the other side, and haul herself out, panting a little as she tries to look in every direction at once. "What is wrong with you?" she demands, but the gravedigger moves on like a low-function droid, not responding to that or anything else Scout says.
Scout looks like some kind of dragon-faun, with a very long spade-tipped tail and long legs ending in sort of hooves. Scales show down her throat and the backs of her arms and there's a bulge in the middle of her forehead, framed by small white horns, that looks like a third, closed eye. Her fingernails, and the hooves and claws on her feet, are shining brassy metal under the dirt.
-no, wait, she looks normal and unremarkable to anyone who doesn't specifically have iron on them or truth-seeing powers. Whatever 'normal' is to the onlooker, which might in fact still be a dragon-girl, or a human, or whatever else. Just a tall girl of eighteen or so with a broad, freckled face and a snubbed nose. Scout can remember the Ringleader (who?) giving her the glamour-spell and that it keeps outsiders from knowing they (who's 'they?') don't belong. It seems like a good idea to use it.
only way:
Another thing Scout still knows: how to manifest her dæmon, which she does as she traverses the maze. Her soul streams from her body as a mass of golden motes that coalesce and shrink down into a long-tailed, homely alien animal that resembles a badger, a warthog, a monitor lizard... It also has a lionlike mane and tail tuft.
"Was that a good idea?" he says softly, peering about, but he leans against her leg anyway.
You might come across them then, or see Scout having slumped in the lilacs, her lips moving and eyes half-lidded as she tries and fails to rouse herself. Her dæmon clambers about trying to fight the vines overtaking her. His heavy jaws and large teeth, his sharp claws, they seem to be more effective at scratching her clothes and skin than cutting back the plants. Even though she's "normal", any of her blood that gets too far from her seems to be turning glittery gold.
"Hey. Help!" the dæmon says sharply, glaring at any passerby.