Snippet #2700944

"Akhira.. its time you come out now."

Akhira started at that. "...At least let me in or come out, because I honestly would not like to have a conversation through this door." She shut her eyes and her claws dug into the wardrobe even more, her breathing becoming faster. Panic. Panic. Panic! I'm panicking!!! What for!? The thoughts whirled around inside her head, a taunting fear that danced about within the darkness behind her eyelids. Inside her chest, her hearts were beating rapidly. Fear, it was a thing she had tasted before many times, and a feeling she was not welcome to. Calm down. I have to calm down. And think.

Akhira purred in confusion, a roughness and jumpiness in it that said she wasn't purring out of comfort. She caught her breath and shut her eyes until she remembered. The comforting warmth of the darkness. The darkness inside the nest. It was a memory from a long ago, that had kept her from ever having a fear of the darkness like a human would. She began to think, and as she was more of a bestial being at the moment, she thought her way through the foreign words the Primordial One had just said instead of shouting out no. "-let me in or come out-"

Obviously, he would not be able to fit inside the cramped room of the wardrobe... And she... What am I thinking!!?? Her thoughts had suddenly gone off track. Angry at being the one inside the wardrobe hiding, she growled out, "I don't want to see you!"

Which immediately was followed by fear when she remembered who she had just snapped at. Panic made her shout out again. "I.. A-And I didn't mean to... I'm so-" She bit her tongue. It was like the ability to think had been suddenly wiped from her brain, like she stopped working right... Her control over her inner fire slipped and smoke dispersed from her mouth exactly at the wrong time. She started coughing, and nearly choked on a fireball. Akhira groaned and hit her head against the door of the wardrobe, Something is wrong with me; I must be sick. It reminded her of why she was in the wardrobe in the first place.

"What are you here for, again? I'm sicker than usual?" Her words were frantic, grasping for any reason as to why she was behaving this way. She however, remained inside the wardrobe, completely confused.