[M] this little piggy...didn't make it.

Tawny Wagner · 09-09-2011, 02:33 PM

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Is it ok if this is dated forward to October 1st? Big Grin

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More exploring was in order for the young woman. She wanted to collect some more thread and possible things to sew with if possible. Once again she had no thought about whether or not her friends would be concerned where she had gone. Tawny never thought about those things, still slightly uncertain about their caring. Why would they be concerned about her…when her own mother and father never cared? It was something she refused to think about anymore, not wanting to make herself sad.

With her backpack strapped to her shoulders and partially full of dried meat, she left her home. Walking through the dark, early morning frost had her shivering in no time, but before long the sun was rising. By that time she was out of the pack lands and nearing the outskirts of a small area that smelled like the towns in Ichika. There was always stuff to be found in those places, the previous inhabitants had so much junk stuffed in their homes! Smiling happily, the girl scampered through the forest to find only three buildings.

What was once a gas station, an automobile repair shop, and a falling down restaurant sat there in the early morning light, looking like a rotted mess. Walking closer, she peeked into the auto shop and looked around, rubbing her fingers over the different materials. A few of the smaller tools and such were dropped in her back pack, along with all of the washers and bolts she could find. Thankfully the tiny metal pieces were so light, because when she walked out of the auto shop her backpack was already starting to bulge with the amount of things it carried.

Next up on her raiding list was the gas station. She eyed the gas pumps nervously, walking around them in a wide circle, not sure what the hell they were. Once inside, she took a deep breath and cocked her head to the side in confusion. The scents from both Ichika and the neighboring pack were coating the place. Perhaps her friends had already come through here for supplies. Shrugging, she got down to business, rooting through this and that, searching for anything that would catch her eye.

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