[If there's any benefit to a desert, it's incoming vehicles can be seen from a long way off by the dust plume alone, and one is incoming. Knives doesn't broadcast his presence otherwise, but Vash knows he's on the way and that would hopefully be enough of a warning.
She might be a plant, but she's also a wounded, frightened child. He doesn't much want to make that worse, and he doubted she'd had much experience with vehicles, never mind loud stinking ones that kick sand and dust and pebbles everywhere. At least the feather ball is easy enough to see from a short distance, though the addition of a dark wing is .. unexpected and strange.
The only time he touches the brakes is within a quarter mile, slowing the sputtering, unhappy vehicle by degrees until he can drive closer with it without much disruption of dust. Only then does he too stop deliberately muting his own presence, in case that protective knot of sisters took offense to a 'human' on the approach. No humans here. Not even dead ones!
All his fury, all his hatred for humanity stirred up at the revelation of her survival like that is very carefully buried; it's not important right now even if he can't help but a brief look around for a potential target - if she'd appeared who wasn't to say one of her tormenters had? But there's no one. Just a tangle of sisters, and Vash. Who ... has black feathers, presumably feathers in a shape he's not used to seeing.
..... Worry about that later. There's blood on the wind and staining the sand with unspeakable giblets, and black doesn't kill immediately.]
What a mess.
[It's not loud, not over the rumble of the engine, but the wind might carry it anyway. He's going to have to make his approach on foot, by the protective stance of those countless wings.]
no subject
She might be a plant, but she's also a wounded, frightened child. He doesn't much want to make that worse, and he doubted she'd had much experience with vehicles, never mind loud stinking ones that kick sand and dust and pebbles everywhere. At least the feather ball is easy enough to see from a short distance, though the addition of a dark wing is .. unexpected and strange.
The only time he touches the brakes is within a quarter mile, slowing the sputtering, unhappy vehicle by degrees until he can drive closer with it without much disruption of dust. Only then does he too stop deliberately muting his own presence, in case that protective knot of sisters took offense to a 'human' on the approach. No humans here. Not even dead ones!
All his fury, all his hatred for humanity stirred up at the revelation of her survival like that is very carefully buried; it's not important right now even if he can't help but a brief look around for a potential target - if she'd appeared who wasn't to say one of her tormenters had? But there's no one. Just a tangle of sisters, and Vash. Who ... has black feathers, presumably feathers in a shape he's not used to seeing.
..... Worry about that later. There's blood on the wind and staining the sand with unspeakable giblets, and black doesn't kill immediately.]
What a mess.
[It's not loud, not over the rumble of the engine, but the wind might carry it anyway. He's going to have to make his approach on foot, by the protective stance of those countless wings.]