Nad blinked rapidly as her eyes returned to normal, softly rubbing them as well. It actually hurt a bit to do that most of the time….she should keep that in mind before mindlessly showing it off.
The banshee’s sight slowly came to normal, as it was a red tint for a moment, “…Cool? Oh uh…sure. What can you do?” She connected the dots that the girl’s name was Poemi. Wait, should she say her name? Saying it now wouldn’t be the best timing though. So she just kept silent.
a flash of pointed teeth in a mischievous smile is all that is offered in response before she spreads her arms wide and hunches over. for a moment there is only silence, and then a ripple passes over her arms and she grins. red plates crawl over delicate limbs, revealing flashes of pale flesh criss-crossed with angry red marks. claws thicken and elongate; splitting into two, morphing into ONE.
she mumbles a curse, and her wings spread. saffron eyes swivel backward, revealing only white, and small ( developing ) fangs grow and sharpen, [ TEARING ] through gums in a flurry of jagged spikes. she pauses to huff and compose herself, then stands up straight, eyes rolling back into the brightest of reds. a happy grin creeps onto her face and she snickers, looking for praise in each and every part of her posture.
“Wasn’t that cool ? ’m not allowed to do it much, ’cause apparently it’s a waste of time, but it’s pretty im-press-ive, yeah ?
Nad was a bit surprised at how she reacted. She uses this to scare off any predators…yet the little girl seems excited to see her ugly features. The banshee slowly closed her mouth, making sure not to take the girl’s finger or anything.
“It doesn’t hurt at all…but feeling my jaw unhinge can be a bit uncomfortable,” she replied. She was suddenly silent for a minute, before she decided to speak up again, “I can also do this,” Nad muttered before having her eyes suddenly glow a bright red, them almost bulging.
the banshee’s shame at her own monstrous features –a form of repentance that she herself will never understand– is like the disappearance of a miracle, and the young demon finds herself sighing in temporary disappointment, robbed of yet another chance to gawk and jeer. the second movement, however, catches her off-guard, and she falters when enormous rubies of eyes swell and pulse, as if with some kind of deformed life.
rather than showing surprise, or, god forbid, fear, at a display of such grotesque anatomy she folds her arms and taps her foot ’pon the ground, flat soles clicking softly against rough stone.
”That’s not so bad, y'know. Pretty cool, still. But, hey. You wanna see what Poemi can do ?“
To be honest, Nad didn’t care about her words. She sounded bitter, and Nad didn’t like anyone who was bitter. Even if they are just a child. She just shrugged, “…It’s not like I dedicate my whole life to crying…”
Nad can’t even help it at some points. The banshee felt she needed to…entertain Poemi a bit though. But how? She just went with the first idea in mind, “…I can also do this,” she muttered and suddenly opened her mouth wide. It looked like she unhinged her jaw as she showed the little girl her gigantic teeth and lizard like tongue.
Well. That’s something.
what are little girls made of?sugar, spice, and everything nice. but maybe sometimes, just maybe, there were slight variations, depending on the girl and her parentage, depending on the situation. after all, it couldn’t be considered normal in any world but a devil’s for a young girl to fawn over monsters.
golden eyes go wide, though in delight rather than fear, and she steps forward, reaching out. her movements are steady, bold, and when the tips of her fingers brush against one gargantuan tooth, the corners of her mouth tip upwards in the slightest of smiles.
“Ah, that’s more like it ! Shuper cool, actually ! How were you hiding all of that in your face ? Sounds painful…”
Nad didn’t look effected by her statement at all. She just looked down slightly, “…Everyone needs someone to cry over them. Some people have no one. I feel they need someone,” she muttered. Even though she didn’t look like it, Nad sounded very determined with her words.
“And…I’m a banshee anyways. Even if I believed I shouldn’t cry over people…I would anyways…”
a dismissive shrug, betraying of how the boredom on her face is soon replaced by mild curiosity. the bansheespeaks and she cocks her head, eyes just a little wider to properly stare into the other. she’s just a child– it shouldn’t be expected of her to know the forty-something basic species that existed in the flame world off by heart, but she doubted that this creature was a denizen of her world in the first place. interesting, how these things worked out.
”…Banshees cry, then ? Lame. That sounds shuper lame. What’s the point of doing nothing but crying all the time ?“
“…This is normal. I am simply crying,” Nad muttered. She blinked, “I cry every time someone dies…for not everyone has someone cry over them…”
… if the other had expected anything but confusion, then she was sadly mistaken– when conversing with demons, one should not expect any sentiment to be recognised or appreciated. a blink and a confused huff is all that is offered in response as she leans in, appearing to be scrutinising the… angel? what was she, anyways ?
”…Why d'ya cry for people who you don’t even know ? Makes no sense to me– sounds a li'l shtoopid, in fact.“
