Stress scrapes across the air like a cat's tongue even without their words. It seems more happened than his trainer told them. Though Frisk told them all little in the first place before retreating into a silence, and he won't dig into their head easily.
...A monster, this human says.
Sparks is not a monster.
He begins by informing them of that.
Hush's pupils contract to slits.
In their head: a Moldsmal, since they thought of them already; a Snowdrake; a Froggit. All so very tiny, Sparks dwarfing them in a way he can't in reality, something far more solid, as well as the creature in front of them himself. Solid. Strong. (Smells like red.)
He advances in deeper than that, a soft breeze brushing across their mind--minds. There really is more than one human in here. He wonders why, but that's not what he's looking for--they're looking for his human and Sparks, and he needs to know why that is. In return, he filters a memory from just a few hours ago, silent and vivid:
Sparks lying down, Frisk sitting with their back against his side, a few other indistinct-yet-solid creatures huddled around them too. The air is filled with something buzzing--static, emotions fear-rage-confusion echoing and feeding into itself. Frisk is covering their face, red eyes wild and barred by their fingers, Sparks periodically jerking his head to look at them and back to glaring daggers in the wall.
Hush doesn't give them the information they seek--all there is is they're somewhere dark. The walls are stone. That could be anywhere.
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Date: 2017-02-13 12:01 pm (UTC)...A monster, this human says.
Sparks is not a monster.
He begins by informing them of that.
Hush's pupils contract to slits.
In their head: a Moldsmal, since they thought of them already; a Snowdrake; a Froggit. All so very tiny, Sparks dwarfing them in a way he can't in reality, something far more solid, as well as the creature in front of them himself. Solid. Strong. (Smells like red.)
He advances in deeper than that, a soft breeze brushing across their mind--minds. There really is more than one human in here. He wonders why, but that's not what he's looking for--they're looking for his human and Sparks, and he needs to know why that is. In return, he filters a memory from just a few hours ago, silent and vivid:
Sparks lying down, Frisk sitting with their back against his side, a few other indistinct-yet-solid creatures huddled around them too. The air is filled with something buzzing--static, emotions fear-rage-confusion echoing and feeding into itself. Frisk is covering their face, red eyes wild and barred by their fingers, Sparks periodically jerking his head to look at them and back to glaring daggers in the wall.
Hush doesn't give them the information they seek--all there is is they're somewhere dark. The walls are stone. That could be anywhere.