Closed RP On The Trail

[Katpride]

Adelyn frowns when the stranger blocks her hand with his own, but sits back anyways. Then she startles, reaching behind herself and tugging her tail out from under her. She had almost sat right on it.

Lacking anything better to do, she runs her fingers over the soft fur, her attention back on the strange man. “Hmm.”

Her fur prickles at the description of how they’d found him, and she casts a worried glance over her shoulder at her friend. He doesn’t look all that beat up, just kind of sickly and pale, but then again it has been a while since whatever happened …happened.

Running her fingers and the back of her paw through her tail to smooth it back down, she chews her lip, glancing over the plastic tubing and the quietly whirring machine and silently estimating how difficult it would be to detach him from all of it. She doesn’t know exactly what’s going on, but if Todd is sick then he should be with his family. Not under the thumb of whoever-this-is, in a place that Sam didn’t even know to find him in.

Tearing her eyes from their increasingly useless examination takes more effort than it should, but she looks at Sam next. The woman has drifted closer to her, but she looks like she might be sick, herself. She isn’t looking at Adelyn - her eyes are on Todd, and then on the stranger, tracking his movements with no small amount of fear.

Sam is afraid of the man. Well, that makes things simpler. Silently, Adelyn slides off the bed, padding forward to put herself between her friend and the stranger.

“No.” She says simply. “I’m not leaving without him. Thank you for taking care of him, sir, but he needs to go home now.”

 

[Slate]

Obsidian dropped his gaze from Samantha to Adelyn, examining her. There was a severity and confidence about her that almost threw him. Certainly, then, she knew. She knew him well enough to have been able to hunt him down alongside Sam. That meant something for people like them. Finally, he scratched the back of his neck and cracked it both ways. He decided not to sugar coat anything as he gestured with one hand toward both of them, his fingers twirling.

"Right. I'm keeping him here because it's fun. What do you think he would do if he woke up in the Huntsong and consumed his pregnant girlfriend, miss? Because I think he might kill himself, personally. That's why he needs to stay right here. I can control him and keep him from going on a frenzy if he wakes up in the Huntsong, and unless either of you have a way to..."

He stopped, trailing off. Sam froze across the room from him. Horror crept up her face, a horror he could read from even there, and she simply looked at him and whispered, "What?"

Shit.

Shit, she didn't know then. That was one misstep. He watched as the hands fisted in her hoodie slowly lowered to her stomach, her eyes unfocused and distant. He cleared his throat, then waved his hand in her direction. “... Ah. You were unaware. You’re pregnant, Samantha. Congratulations.” ​

 

[Crow]

Sam looked down at her stomach. That was impossible. She had been told in no uncertain terms that her body burned too hot for her to get pregnant, let alone carry to term. She had never been able to feel the vibrations of her own body, so she was unsure if anything had changed. She knew she had started to put on some of the weight she’d been desperate to put on, but if he was right–

“How… sure are you?” She could feel heat creeping up her body, edging it's way to her skin. It flushed across her face as her hands started to shake. It filled her in a way she had never experienced. It didn't just seek an exit, it pounded against her skin with a pressure that she could barely stand. It pulsed with a life all its own.

“Very. The energy signature difference is strong. You’re going to have a child. I’d put you at about a month, maybe. Again, for the safety of you and your child, I absolutely cannot let you take him–”

“No, no, I– please. Please. I can’t– I can’t–” Her breathing picked up, erratic and uneven as she held her stomach tighter. Her hands fisted in her hoodie, wrinkling the soft material. Her vision started to tunnel, the edges going dark as everything seemed to spin. She wasn’t getting enough air. She wasn’t getting enough air. She wasn’t getting enough–

She could see it from the edges of her dimming vision.

There were flames on her hands.​

 

[Katpride]

Adelyn’s hand balls into a fist, her claws sliding out and tearing long scratches into the floor when she shifts her weight. The longer that the two adults talk, the angrier she gets, because as happy as she is for Sam, she’s also kind of really mad that they’re both talking like she’s not here. Finally, she can’t take it any longer, bursting out with - “You don’t know anything! I wouldn’t let that happen! I wouldn’t let him hurt her, or himself, or anything like that! We are taking him. He needs to be with his family.”

She’s aware on some level that she’s all puffed up, her fur standing on end and her hair fuzzing around her head, but she doesn’t even care. How dare he try to talk around her! As though if he uses enough big words she’ll just smile and nod and agree to whatever?? No way!!

Baring her teeth, she props herself up even higher, until she’s practically on her claw-tips, and does her best to glare down at the man.

Then she hears a soft sound from behind her, and, pulling her lips back over her teeth, she glances back to make sure that Sam is alright.

…She doesn’t look alright. The realization makes Adelyn deflate a little, her worry overtaking her anger. With one last glare for the stranger, she turns and goes to her friend’s side, putting a hand out to touch her arm. “Sam?”

Or, she would’ve, if the air around her wasn’t scalding. As it is, she has to whip her hand back before she comes anywhere close, clutching it against her own chest as she backpedals a couple paces. “Sam!”

The woman is crying, now, and she can only watch helplessly as the heat grows so intense that the bottom of her hoodie catches fire.

The bottom. Over her stomach. Oh no! Will the fire hurt the baby? Panicking a little herself, Adelyn reaches out again, trying to grab Sam’s wrist and draw her hand away from her belly. She doesn’t care if she gets burned. She needs to do something! “What’s wrong?? Sam??”