“O-of course…”
Tatters felt awful about distressing them though. “I-I won’t p-press further, I-I’m s-”
Soft skittering and gurgles in the distance snagged his attention again. He…couldn’t be hearing things. Something was here. “W-wait a m-moment…”
There…was something grey in the distance. No, two…wait… There was a sinking feeling in Tatters’ gut when the blob seemed to multiply and come closer, each set of blank, black eyes tracking the two. He turned toward the child and signed urgently, "We need to move.”
The creatures were getting closer. He knew his own void monsters weren’t hostile, but stars knew how these behaved… He may have goop for legs, but he could cover more ground then Starling could.
It was good that he was on that train of thought, for the moment he saw one lunge in their direction from the corner of his eyesocket, he was already scooping the winged human up with a few tendrils. He passed them to his hands, holding them close to his chest as his eyelights flashed violet. There were flickers of static and violet crackles of magic circling them for a few seconds, a hum revving up to a deafening degree before-
One could move faster then he could teleport.
There was a startled cry when a dog-like void creature came from another direction and leapt up, snapping at one of his broken shoulders. Where did that one come from?? It was enough to yank him off-balance, therefor losing concentration and dispelling the surrounding magic with a fizz. The jagged tendril in its maw glitched from its grasp, letting Tatters shift backward from it while still clutching at Starling.
Starling gave up a little smile and shrug. Long as it wasn’t brought up again then they would be fine. Their smile drops how ever at being told to wait a moment.
Tilting their head, they glance around. Was something else in the Void with them? Feather and hairs slowly started to stand on hand realizing that, yes, their could be other’s. One’s that were less friendly then Tatters.
The kid didn’t need to be told twice, they were about to move before something out of the corner jumped at them. A startled cry leaving the child as they also were scooped up by the other. Their clinging to him, wings pressed against their back.
For a moment, the kid struggles at being held as another creature jumps. Wanting to shift around and help Tatters despite how small they were. They may look like a easy target but damn was the kid fast on their feet. There’s a small curse flicking across their mind at remembering they don’t have anything to help out with. Starling holds onto his hand more, giving a little tug. They had to keep moving to get away from these things.