He finds himself staring down one of the reindire that had been prowling the ship's corridors. The creature, a twisted, monstrous thing, radiates aggression. Fearful, just beneath the surface, a frightened, uncertain animal that feels cornered by an equally aggressive creature in Kylo Ren. It reads imminent threat in his body language, and responds in kind.
Nostrils flare as the reindire huffs, agitated, talons scraping restlessly against the floor. Kylo could stop this. He could reach out to the creature, show it there's nothing to fear, perhaps calm it into tameness. He could show it mercy.
Instead, he ignites his lightsaber, washing the corridor in a red glow as he prepares to cut the creature down. It's only when he feels it, that familiar presence in the Force (so close, he could almost touch-- so close, he almost wants to push it away and burn down everything around him), that his hand stills.
She's here, just around the corner, and at once his heart twists with too many emotions to process. Among the noise, he tries to seek out hurt and rage and cling to those familiar feelings.
Distracted and unbalanced, he almost isn't prepared for the reindire when it charges. It's only a last-second maneuver, a nearly instinctive dodge, that spares him from getting gored by knife-sharp antlers.
It's not a very dignified sight when Kylo Ren rolls around the corner in a heap, narrowly avoiding the trampling beast. Scrambling upright to all fours, he extends his hand in the creature's direction, quickly snaring it with the Force. He grits his teeth, straining from the effort it takes to hurl such a heavy, raging creature back.
The reindire hits the wall with a squeal and a heavy thud, alive, but injured, and an afterthought for now.
Retrieving his lightsaber, Kylo gets to his feet, then turns and looks at Rey. His gaze is uncertain, almost wide-eyed, before he makes an effort to harden his expression and watches, waiting to see what she'll do now, after everything that's happened. His saber, crackling with instability, is lowered, by his side but ready to rise in an instant. There's nothing to say yet.
excellent! And he's from just after everything on Crait
Nostrils flare as the reindire huffs, agitated, talons scraping restlessly against the floor. Kylo could stop this. He could reach out to the creature, show it there's nothing to fear, perhaps calm it into tameness. He could show it mercy.
Instead, he ignites his lightsaber, washing the corridor in a red glow as he prepares to cut the creature down. It's only when he feels it, that familiar presence in the Force (so close, he could almost touch-- so close, he almost wants to push it away and burn down everything around him), that his hand stills.
She's here, just around the corner, and at once his heart twists with too many emotions to process. Among the noise, he tries to seek out hurt and rage and cling to those familiar feelings.
Distracted and unbalanced, he almost isn't prepared for the reindire when it charges. It's only a last-second maneuver, a nearly instinctive dodge, that spares him from getting gored by knife-sharp antlers.
It's not a very dignified sight when Kylo Ren rolls around the corner in a heap, narrowly avoiding the trampling beast. Scrambling upright to all fours, he extends his hand in the creature's direction, quickly snaring it with the Force. He grits his teeth, straining from the effort it takes to hurl such a heavy, raging creature back.
The reindire hits the wall with a squeal and a heavy thud, alive, but injured, and an afterthought for now.
Retrieving his lightsaber, Kylo gets to his feet, then turns and looks at Rey. His gaze is uncertain, almost wide-eyed, before he makes an effort to harden his expression and watches, waiting to see what she'll do now, after everything that's happened. His saber, crackling with instability, is lowered, by his side but ready to rise in an instant. There's nothing to say yet.