[ With the plan set Kahlil begins circling around toward the right, and when he's far away enough from Claude he slips back into the Gray Space to get a clearer view.
The small pack of Ceknias have their heads raised, sniffing at the air for the prey they lost, their cries having fallen on deaf ears. One of them appears distinctly larger than the other three, its shaggy mane streaked with slightly lighter tones that he can't confirm but suspects might be greys. Its horns are impressively long, though one of them is chipped at the very tip. A long scar winds across its flank.
From there he makes sure he can spot Claude, just barely, coming around from the other side, waiting until the man stops to hold position.
He steps away from them, exiting the Gray Space still within sight range (if he could see naturally). However, they see or sense him as the wind suddenly shifts and the cold, sterile breeze of the ushiri's realm must blow in their direction, their heads turning almost in unison toward the right as their eyes light up with a soft blue glow.
He presses his fingers to his lips, flicking thumb and forefinger apart and hoping he gets the position correct. It's too damn dark - ]
The large one, now. [ Claude will hear Kahlil's voice like a whisper somewhere over his shoulder, a brief rush of cold air hitting the back of his neck. ]
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The small pack of Ceknias have their heads raised, sniffing at the air for the prey they lost, their cries having fallen on deaf ears. One of them appears distinctly larger than the other three, its shaggy mane streaked with slightly lighter tones that he can't confirm but suspects might be greys. Its horns are impressively long, though one of them is chipped at the very tip. A long scar winds across its flank.
From there he makes sure he can spot Claude, just barely, coming around from the other side, waiting until the man stops to hold position.
He steps away from them, exiting the Gray Space still within sight range (if he could see naturally). However, they see or sense him as the wind suddenly shifts and the cold, sterile breeze of the ushiri's realm must blow in their direction, their heads turning almost in unison toward the right as their eyes light up with a soft blue glow.
He presses his fingers to his lips, flicking thumb and forefinger apart and hoping he gets the position correct. It's too damn dark - ]
The large one, now. [ Claude will hear Kahlil's voice like a whisper somewhere over his shoulder, a brief rush of cold air hitting the back of his neck. ]