Steel had succeeded in scooping the wriggling purple ball of terrified pork energy. She winced in pain as the creature issued squeals that seemed to rattle the stones of the city walls. Any potential to apologize for "her" pet's commotion were immediately drowned out by the behemoth's protests at being handled.
She tried her best to calm the creature down, her gauntleted hand trying to pet its spikey black hair in as soothing a matter as she could with the weight of the glove and the state of his tiny panicked body. Her arm, powerful as it was, was still bucked and pushed by his ferocity. Baby or not, it still had all of the power inherent of its species.
Finally, Steel had made her way away from the crowd towards what she assumed was a secluded wall side. She slowly knelt down, continuing to pet the animal. By now, she hoped her soothing voice would be heard over the din. She was pretty sure someone had called it "lunch", and though she wasn't sure of the beast's command of common tongue, it was best to try to talk it down.
It worked for Guldblyss back in the day.
"Shhh...there...there, little one. Nobody's going to have you for lunch, sweet. Look...look...okay? You're safe. You're safe...now...now if I let you go, will you promise not to bloody well lose y'self and charge away again?"
She brought her head down to the creature's eye level, golden eyes locking with diminutive, black beady ones. She could feel its little heart hammering like a bird's wings in her arm. Poor thing might have lost a few ponze of fat in this bout of terror.
She tried her best to calm the creature down, her gauntleted hand trying to pet its spikey black hair in as soothing a matter as she could with the weight of the glove and the state of his tiny panicked body. Her arm, powerful as it was, was still bucked and pushed by his ferocity. Baby or not, it still had all of the power inherent of its species.
Finally, Steel had made her way away from the crowd towards what she assumed was a secluded wall side. She slowly knelt down, continuing to pet the animal. By now, she hoped her soothing voice would be heard over the din. She was pretty sure someone had called it "lunch", and though she wasn't sure of the beast's command of common tongue, it was best to try to talk it down.
It worked for Guldblyss back in the day.
"Shhh...there...there, little one. Nobody's going to have you for lunch, sweet. Look...look...okay? You're safe. You're safe...now...now if I let you go, will you promise not to bloody well lose y'self and charge away again?"
She brought her head down to the creature's eye level, golden eyes locking with diminutive, black beady ones. She could feel its little heart hammering like a bird's wings in her arm. Poor thing might have lost a few ponze of fat in this bout of terror.
