[ The rumble of a car is noticed, but it's far enough away at first to not mean immediate danger. There were wams around in the sands and even a grand one in the distance while they were raging across the dunes, and they only killed the ones that came to close. The cocoon does bristle again when the new presence makes itself known, but it doesn't go into death mode when their little core is calm and as comfortable as someone with her injuries can be. Not afraid, because she has a brother. Many brothers that are also the same brother.
The closer Knives come towards them, the more the wings fluff up until it's almost round. It could maybe be called cute if it wasn't for all the blood in the sand and on Vash's coat.
Tessla is quiet inside, still radiating more agony than any one normal person could handle, but feeling a little better thanks to the way Vash had taken some of her pain. The terror is also less thick in the air, and with that the anger has calmed to hot embers rather than a wildfire.
There's still tension from the semi-assimilated dependents, however. Even without eyes and their own individual consciousnesses, they're watching you, Knives. ]
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The closer Knives come towards them, the more the wings fluff up until it's almost round. It could maybe be called cute if it wasn't for all the blood in the sand and on Vash's coat.
Tessla is quiet inside, still radiating more agony than any one normal person could handle, but feeling a little better thanks to the way Vash had taken some of her pain. The terror is also less thick in the air, and with that the anger has calmed to hot embers rather than a wildfire.
There's still tension from the semi-assimilated dependents, however. Even without eyes and their own individual consciousnesses, they're watching you, Knives. ]