Hushed Willows What I would do to take away this fear of being loved

Try as she might, Prialux couldn't drown out the noise. The shrill whining coming from her own lips was driving her crazy, but she couldn't connect the source with the sound. Already the stunning volume was beginning to lessen, but Prialux was too hysterical to take note. It wasn't until the sound of her own cries became the loudest one that she began to quiet, and it was at about that moment that a hostile sound from nearby, and when she whipped her head around and spotted Kavos, instinct took over where panic ruled.

She squashed herself to the floor with a soft whine, as much as she could anyway, and let her tail whip appeasingly back and forth. The sound of it skittering over the dirt sent chills up her spine but she did her best to not cry out at it. Submission came easily, an ingrained behaviour for one like her, a girl born among brothers. Her ears pressed down against her head, muffling the noises somewhat, and her wide eyes searched Kavos' chest for some sign of comfort. He was surlier than she and Eros, and she fully expected to be sat on or otherwise pushed around, as if she instinctively understood that that was the mark of a more dominant creature.

She could not comprehend yet that he was experiencing the same trouble as she was. Her perception was yet too limited to just herself for her to relate. But Prialux knew he was upset with her, and she sought to appease him by following her instincts, which bid that she make herself as tiny as possible.