[Yes, alright, that was a mistake. Sonja knows as soon as she makes contact that it's not going to do jack shit, and even as she frantically backpedals, the desire not to is building rapidly in her mind...
Honestly, the fact that the feeling is almost pleasant is what gives her the wherewithal to resist it; she knows the feel of a more powerful entity sinking into her hindbrain and coloring her eyes, and this is... too nice. Not enough anger behind it. It feels wrong, after so many dreams where the Thunder takes her, and that shakes her out of the grasp of the thrall, for the moment.
She's visibly shaken, though, as she darts toward caverns and less tainted water, hoping to get out of the creature's reach - not that there's ever a great deal of color to her face, but the orange of her octopus features has blanched as well, now.]
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Honestly, the fact that the feeling is almost pleasant is what gives her the wherewithal to resist it; she knows the feel of a more powerful entity sinking into her hindbrain and coloring her eyes, and this is... too nice. Not enough anger behind it. It feels wrong, after so many dreams where the Thunder takes her, and that shakes her out of the grasp of the thrall, for the moment.
She's visibly shaken, though, as she darts toward caverns and less tainted water, hoping to get out of the creature's reach - not that there's ever a great deal of color to her face, but the orange of her octopus features has blanched as well, now.]