-Interrupts chat-................Hi ^^' Just literally dropping in to say I'm still here...kind of >.< Sorry I'm not very active but apart from LF, I've been keeping my characters out of the way because September-October is turning out to be a nightmare for me :/ So much going on <.< and I don't want to be holding people up just because something wacky happened and I couldn't post when I said I would or other responsibilities jump up >.< Hoping after Halloween is done and over with, things will calm down ^^' but until then I'm not going to post as the others, unless there is an unavoidable interaction '>.>
Speaking of LF, liferusher I'm sorry! I will get a post done very soon >.< If you want to just abandon her and move on please do, I'd hate to be holding you back T_T
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Ok, I've gone for a compromise. I've put Mercy's part up...I think I've got it right :S If I haven't I can only apologize >.<' And sorry M.C! I'll have Tamashii's bit up tomorrow evening, I've just run out of time again this evening T_T
– Mercy –
Mercy could feel Cat’s eyes travel to her on occasion, it made her heartbeat increase despite her best efforts to remain calm and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She was inwardly pleased that she was able to aid in keeping Chris from launching herself at Cat; aware of the hovering hand by her side no doubt in place to snatch her away from the cold twin should he go for her. She couldn’t quite express how grateful she was for the simple action, she had never been fond of other people protecting her...but when it came to this man she almost welcomed it. After bravely speaking to him she was quite surprised at his answer, his voice hit her like a ton of bricks the calm yet cold tone actually caused her to physically flinch into Chris’s hovering hand briefly as she dropped her eyes to the floor lowering her shoulders in a submissive gesture. “I-I’m sorry...” She breathed out, tensing again as Dog leant closer to whisper. Why doesn’t that surprise me... She thought as Dog was finally able to retrieve Tony from Cat.
The blonde felt sure that once Chris had her partner firmly within her grasp there was no need to worry about her going for Cat anymore; therefore she felt no need to move away from the safety Chris presented her with when she positioned herself between Mercy and the twins. Though she felt bad for Dog...he seemed genuine in his want to help, though she was unsure whether it was just for his brother’s safety or because he perhaps wanted them to view him more as friend rather than foe. Mercy peered around Chris, looking at Dog with a thoughtful expression on her face quickly studying his facial features she couldn’t help but think he looked rather effeminate...even if his mannerism’s and height suggested differently, she couldn’t really vouch for body shape considering Dog himself was well covered. And you’re studying him because... Realizing this the blonde turned her attention away from the smaller twin looking around the attic as she encircled her left wrist with her right hand gently rotating her wrist between her fingers, a habit born of nerves.
However, as Cat drew a pocket knife from his pocket, she jolted forward reaching out to touch Chris’s damaged arm unaware of her injury as she watched the cold twin play with the sharp contraption before rolling up his right sleeve. What came next was something she couldn’t quite bring herself to watch so she turned her head away knowing the blade would find his arm and blood would flow from the wound, she only looked back at the sound of lapping...rather wishing she hadn’t. The fact that Dog acted as if this was a normal occurrence made the entire scene far more unsettling. She nodded as Chris turned to her and firmly told her they were going, without hesitation she obediently turned away from the twins and left the attic before Cat made his escape to solitude. She hastily descended the stairs, checking over her shoulder to make sure Chris was behind her as she went. By now her heart was beating too fast for comfort, she could feel the familiar tightness in her chest and a labored edge to her breathing.
Mercy didn’t think that Chris may have wanted to put Tony down sooner rather than later and since she was in front made her way down to the end of the hall to the room she knew the pair shared, she pushed the door open and stepped out of the way. She hovered near the door frame, clearly unsure whether to stay or leave though she was concerned for both of them; that much was obvious through her expression. “How’s he doing?” She asked Chris just as Dog joined them, apologizing for her brothers behavior with a smile she shifted aside to give Dog some room in the doorway, absently folding her arms across her chest, feeling that apology wasn’t directed at her Mercy only gave Dog a small but warm smile in return rather than commenting on what was said. After all it wasn’t her partner who had been within the grip of the larger twin. After a moment her smile faded away, she wasn’t feeling the need to smile after what had just happened in the attic... instead she focused on keeping her breathing even as she awaited Chris’s response to Dog before speaking again. “...that was a little too close for comfort wasn’t it?” Mercy murmured to Dog, flicking her gaze to rest on Dog though she avoided his eye. “Cat, won’t do anything to the others will he?” She quickly followed up, a sudden flare of anxiety passing through her as she thought of Olivia and Tamashii though she questioned who would come out of the scuff worse for wear if Cat went after the latter person.
- Tamashii -
Tamashii watched Kaylah move across the kitchen to the sink, her eyebrow raised in a curious gesture as she waited for her to at least offer up a vocal response to her question. She relaxed her arms as the other woman made for the door deciding to simply follow her in the hopes she’d take her to the canisters. She didn’t really view the strangely dressed individual as a threat so she wasn’t as worried about a sneak attack...she glanced at Remy beside her, breaking the rules for a second time she tapped his shoulder lifting her hand she waved it once as if bidding him farewell for now before she trailed after Kaylah. The sun was indeed bright as they stepped outside though her eyes adapted quickly she lifted a hand to shield them anyway making sure she left her dominant hand free so she could reach for her firearm should she need to, scanning the terrain swiftly absorbing every detail it had to offer she fell into step just behind Kaylah maintaining the silence between them. She wasn’t exactly the best at starting up conversation...
She inspected the shed as they approached it, though it wasn’t noticeably different from the others on the outside. When Kaylah entered through the creaky door she hovered in the doorway, her body tensing up as she took in the appearance of the inside, she picked up on the dark blood stains decorating the floor and walls firstly before her eyes took in the very organized and tidy layout of the shed. “I’m going to assume you cleared this all out yourself...impressive” She commented, though her words suggested compliment her tone was rather mechanical in its deliverance lacking the emotion needed to seem sincere. Still hovering near the doorway her forehead creased further as she inspected the size of the canisters, more things covered in blood. The crimson liquid was becoming a regular decoration in this new world, it was a rare occurrence to find something not covered in the stuff. Watching Kaylah struggle to pick up one of the medium sized canisters she debated offering her assistance, deciding against it as the woman in blue successfully poured some of the liquid into a cup. Her nose was instantly assaulted by the smell of what she could only describe as spirits. “Agreed, keep a hold of it...never know it could come in handy” She pointed out, shifting into the shed, she moved over to the other canisters testing the weight of the medium ones before the small ones.
She glanced up at the other woman as she spoke, listening to her instructions she nodded her head slowly in response, she picked up the last small and medium canisters carrying both out of the door with minimal effort, even empty they felt rather heavy. This is going to suck... Was her conclusion on the matter, the idea of being slowed down did not sit well on her mind regardless of how necessary it was. She moved back over to the door watching Kaylah secure the rubber tubing around herself, she moved aside so she could leave the shed. Moving back over to the containers she picked them both up, jutting her head in the direction of the vehicles. “Firstly, lets check out what we’ve got for travel and make sure we pool together what fuel we can for the trip out and back. We’re also going to need at least another two people to come with us...once we’ve got those sorted we can go over the map. If Dog can find it for us” Tamashii shrugged as she reeled off her check list, moving over to the farms vehicles.
She placed the canisters on the ground before heading straight for one of the pick-up trucks, looking inside she realized the keys were inside it. “These guys were rather trusting...” She commented to Kaylah pulling the door open and hopping in, she twisted the keys smirking as the engine jumped into life with little to no resistance. Her face fell a bit as she realized it only had a quarter tank of petrol however; she turned it off again and slid out of the driver’s seat. “Want to give those tubes a test run? We need more fuel, could you see if any of these other vehicles have any in their tanks. The more the better” She stressed the last part of her question, in a perfect world if they found fuel they could top up the tank then but this world was far from perfect and she wanted this thing able to move when they needed to once they were through that gate. Going to check under the hood make sure it doesn’t conk out on us halfway through” She announced, her tone was a marginally lighter than earlier but still lacked a certain volume of warmth.
Mercy could feel Cat’s eyes travel to her on occasion, it made her heartbeat increase despite her best efforts to remain calm and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She was inwardly pleased that she was able to aid in keeping Chris from launching herself at Cat; aware of the hovering hand by her side no doubt in place to snatch her away from the cold twin should he go for her. She couldn’t quite express how grateful she was for the simple action, she had never been fond of other people protecting her...but when it came to this man she almost welcomed it. After bravely speaking to him she was quite surprised at his answer, his voice hit her like a ton of bricks the calm yet cold tone actually caused her to physically flinch into Chris’s hovering hand briefly as she dropped her eyes to the floor lowering her shoulders in a submissive gesture. “I-I’m sorry...” She breathed out, tensing again as Dog leant closer to whisper. Why doesn’t that surprise me... She thought as Dog was finally able to retrieve Tony from Cat.
The blonde felt sure that once Chris had her partner firmly within her grasp there was no need to worry about her going for Cat anymore; therefore she felt no need to move away from the safety Chris presented her with when she positioned herself between Mercy and the twins. Though she felt bad for Dog...he seemed genuine in his want to help, though she was unsure whether it was just for his brother’s safety or because he perhaps wanted them to view him more as friend rather than foe. Mercy peered around Chris, looking at Dog with a thoughtful expression on her face quickly studying his facial features she couldn’t help but think he looked rather effeminate...even if his mannerism’s and height suggested differently, she couldn’t really vouch for body shape considering Dog himself was well covered. And you’re studying him because... Realizing this the blonde turned her attention away from the smaller twin looking around the attic as she encircled her left wrist with her right hand gently rotating her wrist between her fingers, a habit born of nerves.
However, as Cat drew a pocket knife from his pocket, she jolted forward reaching out to touch Chris’s damaged arm unaware of her injury as she watched the cold twin play with the sharp contraption before rolling up his right sleeve. What came next was something she couldn’t quite bring herself to watch so she turned her head away knowing the blade would find his arm and blood would flow from the wound, she only looked back at the sound of lapping...rather wishing she hadn’t. The fact that Dog acted as if this was a normal occurrence made the entire scene far more unsettling. She nodded as Chris turned to her and firmly told her they were going, without hesitation she obediently turned away from the twins and left the attic before Cat made his escape to solitude. She hastily descended the stairs, checking over her shoulder to make sure Chris was behind her as she went. By now her heart was beating too fast for comfort, she could feel the familiar tightness in her chest and a labored edge to her breathing.
Mercy didn’t think that Chris may have wanted to put Tony down sooner rather than later and since she was in front made her way down to the end of the hall to the room she knew the pair shared, she pushed the door open and stepped out of the way. She hovered near the door frame, clearly unsure whether to stay or leave though she was concerned for both of them; that much was obvious through her expression. “How’s he doing?” She asked Chris just as Dog joined them, apologizing for her brothers behavior with a smile she shifted aside to give Dog some room in the doorway, absently folding her arms across her chest, feeling that apology wasn’t directed at her Mercy only gave Dog a small but warm smile in return rather than commenting on what was said. After all it wasn’t her partner who had been within the grip of the larger twin. After a moment her smile faded away, she wasn’t feeling the need to smile after what had just happened in the attic... instead she focused on keeping her breathing even as she awaited Chris’s response to Dog before speaking again. “...that was a little too close for comfort wasn’t it?” Mercy murmured to Dog, flicking her gaze to rest on Dog though she avoided his eye. “Cat, won’t do anything to the others will he?” She quickly followed up, a sudden flare of anxiety passing through her as she thought of Olivia and Tamashii though she questioned who would come out of the scuff worse for wear if Cat went after the latter person.
- Tamashii -
Tamashii watched Kaylah move across the kitchen to the sink, her eyebrow raised in a curious gesture as she waited for her to at least offer up a vocal response to her question. She relaxed her arms as the other woman made for the door deciding to simply follow her in the hopes she’d take her to the canisters. She didn’t really view the strangely dressed individual as a threat so she wasn’t as worried about a sneak attack...she glanced at Remy beside her, breaking the rules for a second time she tapped his shoulder lifting her hand she waved it once as if bidding him farewell for now before she trailed after Kaylah. The sun was indeed bright as they stepped outside though her eyes adapted quickly she lifted a hand to shield them anyway making sure she left her dominant hand free so she could reach for her firearm should she need to, scanning the terrain swiftly absorbing every detail it had to offer she fell into step just behind Kaylah maintaining the silence between them. She wasn’t exactly the best at starting up conversation...
She inspected the shed as they approached it, though it wasn’t noticeably different from the others on the outside. When Kaylah entered through the creaky door she hovered in the doorway, her body tensing up as she took in the appearance of the inside, she picked up on the dark blood stains decorating the floor and walls firstly before her eyes took in the very organized and tidy layout of the shed. “I’m going to assume you cleared this all out yourself...impressive” She commented, though her words suggested compliment her tone was rather mechanical in its deliverance lacking the emotion needed to seem sincere. Still hovering near the doorway her forehead creased further as she inspected the size of the canisters, more things covered in blood. The crimson liquid was becoming a regular decoration in this new world, it was a rare occurrence to find something not covered in the stuff. Watching Kaylah struggle to pick up one of the medium sized canisters she debated offering her assistance, deciding against it as the woman in blue successfully poured some of the liquid into a cup. Her nose was instantly assaulted by the smell of what she could only describe as spirits. “Agreed, keep a hold of it...never know it could come in handy” She pointed out, shifting into the shed, she moved over to the other canisters testing the weight of the medium ones before the small ones.
She glanced up at the other woman as she spoke, listening to her instructions she nodded her head slowly in response, she picked up the last small and medium canisters carrying both out of the door with minimal effort, even empty they felt rather heavy. This is going to suck... Was her conclusion on the matter, the idea of being slowed down did not sit well on her mind regardless of how necessary it was. She moved back over to the door watching Kaylah secure the rubber tubing around herself, she moved aside so she could leave the shed. Moving back over to the containers she picked them both up, jutting her head in the direction of the vehicles. “Firstly, lets check out what we’ve got for travel and make sure we pool together what fuel we can for the trip out and back. We’re also going to need at least another two people to come with us...once we’ve got those sorted we can go over the map. If Dog can find it for us” Tamashii shrugged as she reeled off her check list, moving over to the farms vehicles.
She placed the canisters on the ground before heading straight for one of the pick-up trucks, looking inside she realized the keys were inside it. “These guys were rather trusting...” She commented to Kaylah pulling the door open and hopping in, she twisted the keys smirking as the engine jumped into life with little to no resistance. Her face fell a bit as she realized it only had a quarter tank of petrol however; she turned it off again and slid out of the driver’s seat. “Want to give those tubes a test run? We need more fuel, could you see if any of these other vehicles have any in their tanks. The more the better” She stressed the last part of her question, in a perfect world if they found fuel they could top up the tank then but this world was far from perfect and she wanted this thing able to move when they needed to once they were through that gate. Going to check under the hood make sure it doesn’t conk out on us halfway through” She announced, her tone was a marginally lighter than earlier but still lacked a certain volume of warmth.
3/4 way through making up a post, I can only apologize for the delay >.< Had a few unexpected things pop up the last few days :( All of which have practically absorbed my evenings. I will have a post out by Saturday at the very latest, again sorry about this, it really can't be helped T_T
liferusher ^^' We have a problem if Drow can only communicate through writing things down! Little Feather can't read >.> So excuse the tiny size of this post it isn't particularly rich in interaction but Lion can't read either ^^'
- Little Feather -
Little Feather blinked down at Drow smiling back despite thinking the position the other girl was in looked rather uncomfortable...Lion’s ears flickered as he listened to the light scratching of Drow’s pen as it danced across the paper she held in front of her. He looked at the paper quizzically wondering what she could possibly be doing. He flashed her a lion-ish grin as she flushed bright red and pouted at him, he vibrated softly releasing a juddering purr as if trying to chuckle at Drow’s reaction. “I was in the same room as you, it was hard not to miss what was going on in your corner so much disaster in such a small space of time” Lion told her reaching over he rubbed his wet nose against Drow’s cheek affectionately. Pulling back as she ripped a page away from her pad of paper before setting about drawing on it again. Little Feather shuddered at the memory of last night, as if she hadn’t been scared of the dark before she now dreaded nightfall for fear of what would happen.
The young Lakota stretched out her arms, a hand leaping to her mouth to cover it as a yawn escaped her lips, she blinked in surprise as Drow suddenly produced a piece of paper...with those strange squiggles across it. The ones neither her or Lion could understand, she cast the beast behind her a worried glance completely uncertain on what to do. Lifting a hand to ruffle her own hair as Drow showed them yet another cryptic picture. “Erm...Drow? I don’t really get what that is” Little Feather murmured to her roommate, with an apologetic smile. “The squiggles...I don’t understand them” She repeated herself pointing at the pad of paper in Drow’s hands, watching as the blonde hopped up with her plate and made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning back on Lion who begun to purr contently. Drow was one of the people the lion was fond of, she was by far the best when it came to hugging even if he ended up with an extra fluffy coat afterwards. Little Feather inquisitively reached over for the plate the other girl had kindly brought her, checking back with Drow she signaled at the plate before back at herself as if asking ‘is this mine?’ if the blonde girl confirmed it was the young Lakota eagerly tasted it, she was feeling rather hungry.
She was terrible at remembering she needed to eat in order to function, as well as sleeping...she had come to the conclusion having a solid body wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Pain, Cold, Hunger...She had yet to experience anything even remotely worthwhile...well perhaps being able to touch people was quite nice, a way to feel connected to other people. Realizing she had drifted off into her own thoughts Little Feather turned sharply to look back at Drow wondering whether she should ask her some questions...though if she was going to answer with squiggles there was little the Lakota could say in return. “You’ve spoken before...perhaps if you can find your voice, you can tell us how you’re evening went?” Lion broke the silence with his question, before he returned to licking his paw.
Little Feather blinked down at Drow smiling back despite thinking the position the other girl was in looked rather uncomfortable...Lion’s ears flickered as he listened to the light scratching of Drow’s pen as it danced across the paper she held in front of her. He looked at the paper quizzically wondering what she could possibly be doing. He flashed her a lion-ish grin as she flushed bright red and pouted at him, he vibrated softly releasing a juddering purr as if trying to chuckle at Drow’s reaction. “I was in the same room as you, it was hard not to miss what was going on in your corner so much disaster in such a small space of time” Lion told her reaching over he rubbed his wet nose against Drow’s cheek affectionately. Pulling back as she ripped a page away from her pad of paper before setting about drawing on it again. Little Feather shuddered at the memory of last night, as if she hadn’t been scared of the dark before she now dreaded nightfall for fear of what would happen.
The young Lakota stretched out her arms, a hand leaping to her mouth to cover it as a yawn escaped her lips, she blinked in surprise as Drow suddenly produced a piece of paper...with those strange squiggles across it. The ones neither her or Lion could understand, she cast the beast behind her a worried glance completely uncertain on what to do. Lifting a hand to ruffle her own hair as Drow showed them yet another cryptic picture. “Erm...Drow? I don’t really get what that is” Little Feather murmured to her roommate, with an apologetic smile. “The squiggles...I don’t understand them” She repeated herself pointing at the pad of paper in Drow’s hands, watching as the blonde hopped up with her plate and made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning back on Lion who begun to purr contently. Drow was one of the people the lion was fond of, she was by far the best when it came to hugging even if he ended up with an extra fluffy coat afterwards. Little Feather inquisitively reached over for the plate the other girl had kindly brought her, checking back with Drow she signaled at the plate before back at herself as if asking ‘is this mine?’ if the blonde girl confirmed it was the young Lakota eagerly tasted it, she was feeling rather hungry.
She was terrible at remembering she needed to eat in order to function, as well as sleeping...she had come to the conclusion having a solid body wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Pain, Cold, Hunger...She had yet to experience anything even remotely worthwhile...well perhaps being able to touch people was quite nice, a way to feel connected to other people. Realizing she had drifted off into her own thoughts Little Feather turned sharply to look back at Drow wondering whether she should ask her some questions...though if she was going to answer with squiggles there was little the Lakota could say in return. “You’ve spoken before...perhaps if you can find your voice, you can tell us how you’re evening went?” Lion broke the silence with his question, before he returned to licking his paw.
I'm voting for Cat to stay on the farm xP I think it would be the 'safest' option for the time being >.> Most of the ones staying behind are what he would deem timid aren't they? Well apart from Chris if she stays behind and Remy who is under suspicion xD
Thinking about it I feel like if Chris left with the petrol group, that'd leave only Cat and Remy as the 'tanks' of the farm group o.o Mercy is long range not really combat savvy, Olivia is capable but rather young to be considered a defensive option and Rena I'm not entirely sure ^^' Tony techy guy not a fighter (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong) That's what it looks like to me anyway xD Might be looking at it from a Tamashii point of view ^^'
Perhaps crazy person, perhaps normal person, perhaps horde of zombies or perhaps natural disaster...who knows xP I'm not entirely sure it would be overly rare :S Depends, if cars are piled on the road having been abandoned, unless someone else has come along already they could still hold a far bit of fuel couldn't they?
Apologies I haven't focused on posting at all this evening >.< Had something else to sort out earlier that needed doing and may have got really distracted playing with Ash's and Mercy's profiles...'>.> I shall work on getting a post out by the end of tomorrow! I can't hang around to get one finished this evening :( Sorry -.-'
Thinking about it I feel like if Chris left with the petrol group, that'd leave only Cat and Remy as the 'tanks' of the farm group o.o Mercy is long range not really combat savvy, Olivia is capable but rather young to be considered a defensive option and Rena I'm not entirely sure ^^' Tony techy guy not a fighter (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong) That's what it looks like to me anyway xD Might be looking at it from a Tamashii point of view ^^'
MistressCyanide said
Posted and I can't see anything wrong with the group. Fuel is rare so I am sure some crazy nut will turn up and fight for it with there loony tune friends. That is what I would imagine would happen on a fuel run.
Perhaps crazy person, perhaps normal person, perhaps horde of zombies or perhaps natural disaster...who knows xP I'm not entirely sure it would be overly rare :S Depends, if cars are piled on the road having been abandoned, unless someone else has come along already they could still hold a far bit of fuel couldn't they?
Apologies I haven't focused on posting at all this evening >.< Had something else to sort out earlier that needed doing and may have got really distracted playing with Ash's and Mercy's profiles...'>.> I shall work on getting a post out by the end of tomorrow! I can't hang around to get one finished this evening :( Sorry -.-'
Just thought I'd drop by and say I'm back to semi-activity ^^' Not that any of my characters are doing much in the IC at the moment xD
Oh and as amusing as those thoughts are NK xD Unfortunately LF has no money xD She probably doesn't completely understand what it is and would have no idea what a pimp was or does o.o
Oh and as amusing as those thoughts are NK xD Unfortunately LF has no money xD She probably doesn't completely understand what it is and would have no idea what a pimp was or does o.o
Hey, I'm back to semi-activity :D Sorry didn't make it back yesterday ^^'
As for the group field trip. Dog coming along would be fantastic xD And help keep Tamashii alive a little longer <.<' Could you imagine her and Cat out there? Throw in Chris as well and blood bath springs to mind with poor Kaylah stuck in the middle o.o Although...this:
Is slightly worrying xD I hope he doesn't go all horror movie on us :P
As for Chris's options...that is indeed a tough one ^^' On the one hand sending him out would get him away from Cat not to mention give him the chance to salvage more tech stuff (Potentially) On the other, zombies out there and possibly other survivors...who knows about that one <.< Unless Chris can find a way to ensure his safety (To a degree), depends on the moral compass as to how that could be achieved.
That was just a thought ^^'
Right so as long as M.C is happy with the petrol group having something interesting happen, that's sorted?
Also did you want discussions on what was going to happen or do you just want a random twist? :S
As for the group field trip. Dog coming along would be fantastic xD And help keep Tamashii alive a little longer <.<' Could you imagine her and Cat out there? Throw in Chris as well and blood bath springs to mind with poor Kaylah stuck in the middle o.o Although...this:
Silver Fox said
Choice B: Leave him under the same roof as the resident psychopath among the who has no problem viciously murdering anyone in the house, along wih those staying behind.
Is slightly worrying xD I hope he doesn't go all horror movie on us :P
As for Chris's options...that is indeed a tough one ^^' On the one hand sending him out would get him away from Cat not to mention give him the chance to salvage more tech stuff (Potentially) On the other, zombies out there and possibly other survivors...who knows about that one <.< Unless Chris can find a way to ensure his safety (To a degree), depends on the moral compass as to how that could be achieved.
That was just a thought ^^'
Right so as long as M.C is happy with the petrol group having something interesting happen, that's sorted?
Also did you want discussions on what was going to happen or do you just want a random twist? :S
- Little Feather -
After a restless night full of uncertainty, suspicion and vengeful spirits Little Feather was exhausted, she'd found her way back to Lion late at night the spirit animal had chastised her for leaving his side. She had been in quite the state, having stumbled across a small pool of water she'd washed the face paint from her face whilst washing the blood from it...to fix the problem of a bare face she'd gone with smearing pasted dirt across the bridge of her nose. Which surprisingly was still on her face even after a night of sleep.
The Lakota girl was curled up peacefully on her bed with her head rested against Lion's belly, who was sprawled across her bed alongside her, purring quietly as he slid in and out of sleep. He wasn't supposed to be on the bed but his young companion had been particularly spooked the night before and she'd needed the soft comfort of the B.F,L. His ears flickered as he heard Little Feather's roommate stir next door and leave shortly after. Cub, you should wake up...it's late Lion purred to Little Feather, lazily boofing her with a paw as she grumbled and burrowed further into his side. "10 more minutes" She grunted snuggling back down as the lion yielded to her decision.
Needless to say Drow gave her quite the scare as she shook her awake 10 minutes later, Little Feather jolted upright wiping at her eyes hastily as she tried to get a grip on what was going on. "Wha...what?" She murmured, rubbing at her face as Lion shifted onto his belly, a large yawn showing off his impressive set of teeth as he did. "Drow? What's happening?" Little Feather asked, turning to face Drow, folding her legs beneath her. "Did you need to tell me something?" The Lakota tried to guess as Lion leant his head on the bed next to them waiting for the blonde girls response, Lion decided to point something out. "Drow went on a date last night" He interjected in his melodious voice, mischief dancing across his eyes. "Date?" Little Feather repeated clearly confused by the word and its meaning, she lifted an eyebrow and peered at Drow questioningly.
After a restless night full of uncertainty, suspicion and vengeful spirits Little Feather was exhausted, she'd found her way back to Lion late at night the spirit animal had chastised her for leaving his side. She had been in quite the state, having stumbled across a small pool of water she'd washed the face paint from her face whilst washing the blood from it...to fix the problem of a bare face she'd gone with smearing pasted dirt across the bridge of her nose. Which surprisingly was still on her face even after a night of sleep.
The Lakota girl was curled up peacefully on her bed with her head rested against Lion's belly, who was sprawled across her bed alongside her, purring quietly as he slid in and out of sleep. He wasn't supposed to be on the bed but his young companion had been particularly spooked the night before and she'd needed the soft comfort of the B.F,L. His ears flickered as he heard Little Feather's roommate stir next door and leave shortly after. Cub, you should wake up...it's late Lion purred to Little Feather, lazily boofing her with a paw as she grumbled and burrowed further into his side. "10 more minutes" She grunted snuggling back down as the lion yielded to her decision.
Needless to say Drow gave her quite the scare as she shook her awake 10 minutes later, Little Feather jolted upright wiping at her eyes hastily as she tried to get a grip on what was going on. "Wha...what?" She murmured, rubbing at her face as Lion shifted onto his belly, a large yawn showing off his impressive set of teeth as he did. "Drow? What's happening?" Little Feather asked, turning to face Drow, folding her legs beneath her. "Did you need to tell me something?" The Lakota tried to guess as Lion leant his head on the bed next to them waiting for the blonde girls response, Lion decided to point something out. "Drow went on a date last night" He interjected in his melodious voice, mischief dancing across his eyes. "Date?" Little Feather repeated clearly confused by the word and its meaning, she lifted an eyebrow and peered at Drow questioningly.
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