Walter heard the howl, his ears immediately perking up. He sat down under his tiny personal snow cloud, and leaned his head back, letting out a loud, deep howl, letting it ring. After a minute, he stooped, and listened again.
“Oh, okay.” Lyra said. “I didn’t know you could do that.” She carefully climbed on to his back and held on tightly.
She was... more than a little scared now, with the howls and the shadows and the sudden winds, andnthe roar, all of it starting to overwhelm her to the point she actually started crying, curling up on the floor and pulling herself as close as possible, her mind pursuing the idea that she was going to die here and that she was never going to see her sister get a girlfriend and be the akward third wheel or the wingman. She felt so scared, her hammering hearbeat and silent tears running down the sides of her face, her thick black eyelashes clinging together and driffting apart as she blinked, forcing her eyes to keep themselves open as she trembled slightly, not realizing that everyone within 10 ft of her would be feeling exactly what she was feeling, her arms wrapped around her legs to make herself as small as possible and only giving her slight warmth, in comparison to the stone cold panic running through her sistem.
Qrow had long since landed, his wings folded neatly at his back. His dark skin shimmered in the moonlight that coated the world in a sea of silver. He didn’t feel like going back to the cabin yet. Instead he surveyed the land before him.
In front of him stood the tall centerpiece and entrance to the camp, the tall building shadowing him like a monster, off to his right he could see three cabins. Agoraphobia, Trypophobia, and Nyctophobia. He looked to the right and gazed over the other cabins. Chronophobia, arachnophobia, and Trypanophobia. He knew behind him stood a vast lake, both deep and wide, that was what the cabins were built around. Actually, there was a myth about why the camp was built around the lake. Some say that the reason is to seal away a evil siren, but Qrow had a feeling that these sightings were just his buddy Asher, a siren, who decided to go for a dip and everyone overacted.
In front of him stood the tall centerpiece and entrance to the camp, the tall building shadowing him like a monster, off to his right he could see three cabins. Agoraphobia, Trypophobia, and Nyctophobia. He looked to the right and gazed over the other cabins. Chronophobia, arachnophobia, and Trypanophobia. He knew behind him stood a vast lake, both deep and wide, that was what the cabins were built around. Actually, there was a myth about why the camp was built around the lake. Some say that the reason is to seal away a evil siren, but Qrow had a feeling that these sightings were just his buddy Asher, a siren, who decided to go for a dip and everyone overacted.
The he saw a sobbing girl, he was a bit confused. Crying? Really. “Tch. Wimp.” He muttered, tapping the she on the shoulder, “get up.” He said firmly, coldly. His wings ruffled behind him in irritation. Qrow shook his head to himself. Was everyone perpetual failures now-a-days?
Drago and you flew to an area & we saw Qrow and a little girl crying. “What happen to her?”, Drago asked Qrow.
Lyra got off of Drago’s back and walked over to the girl, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” She gave a soft smile despite her demonic features.
“I dunno.” The avian shrugged, his black hair messing in the soft wind.
She nearly jumped when she felt the tap, her head shifting up to look at the stranger, her stomach twisting in knots when she saw an unfamiliar face, with her bitting her lip and almost giving another bounce at yet another new face, or two, and she tried forcing her body to stop trembling, she wasn't supposed tobe this pathetic, and she tried to calm her breathing, noting the others looks and thinking about how many hours of make were in it.
Once again, she failed, but she couldn't stop herself from shaking heavily once she felt... something, staring at her, what was that? She thought to herself, her vision not helping, there were... three people... right? There couldn't be four. It was somewhat a blurry figure, somewhat white and obviously wearing something old looking, but besides that nothing out of the ordinary she could see. It was alright, she tried telling herself.
Once again, she failed, but she couldn't stop herself from shaking heavily once she felt... something, staring at her, what was that? She thought to herself, her vision not helping, there were... three people... right? There couldn't be four. It was somewhat a blurry figure, somewhat white and obviously wearing something old looking, but besides that nothing out of the ordinary she could see. It was alright, she tried telling herself.
Drago changed back into his dragonoid human form and gently touched the girl’s shoulder, asking “Miss, are you alright, you’ll catch a cold?”, Drago transfer some warmth to the girl with scale on his palm.
Walter then stood up after he finished, and formed a thin ice slide, standing as he slid downhill to the camp. As he landed, he ran a few paces, then stopped in front of his cabin.
Qrow sighed, still holding his pistol in his right hand. He shook his head in disappointment.
“It’s okay it’s okay.” Lyra tried to comfort the other girl. She opened her arms, offering a hug. “You’re alright.” She smiled warmly again.
“What Cabin?” He asked. Qrow was, indeed, a man of few words, and he was very threatening looking. The callous male stretched, his green eyes scanning the new she.
"I-I'm f-ine, 'ust... Head never shuts up " She finished the last part of the senctence by running her trembling hands through her hair, trying to wipe away her tears, and seeming to hate herself by the tone she had said that last part with. She smiled, or tried to smile at the... girl? Boy? Thing? She reminded herself it was rude to stare at anyone and to try to figure out anyones gender, and shuddered a little at the unnatural warmth that seemed to be aroubd her at the moment,
"was... trying to find my cabin... but it got dark, and I forgot, and my head-- becomes very convincing at night" She said, avoiding eyecontact like normal, and not knowing if she was bothering everyone, it seemed to her at least that she was. "Sorry I'm bothering everyone" She was honestly, really trying to force the panic attack away, but these things cameand went whenever they felt like it, and this one decided that it liked being here so far, her eyes still leaking tears and her body giving miniscule shakes here and there, seeming similar to twitches.
She also seemed really intimidated by Qrow, "Ag---something" she almost squeaked, looking away from the intimidating and cold male, trying to shy away from them and frowning slightly, head lowered.
"was... trying to find my cabin... but it got dark, and I forgot, and my head-- becomes very convincing at night" She said, avoiding eyecontact like normal, and not knowing if she was bothering everyone, it seemed to her at least that she was. "Sorry I'm bothering everyone" She was honestly, really trying to force the panic attack away, but these things cameand went whenever they felt like it, and this one decided that it liked being here so far, her eyes still leaking tears and her body giving miniscule shakes here and there, seeming similar to twitches.
She also seemed really intimidated by Qrow, "Ag---something" she almost squeaked, looking away from the intimidating and cold male, trying to shy away from them and frowning slightly, head lowered.
“Hey, it’s alright! As cabin-mates, we’ll help each other, right!”, drago said.
“Oh it’s alright, you aren’t a bother.” She continued to try and comfort her. “You said she was in agoraphobia with us, Drago?” She extended a hand for a handshake. “I’m Lyra, oh, wait we should probably get you inside before we go through all the formalities.” She nervously rubbed the back of her head, ruffling her short hair, still a bit damp from her shower.
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