Sky had been out and about looking for things, all of which being gathered for her sneaky scheme. She planned on doing something completely off the handle; killing Maska, the new head of AniWaya and the cause behind the war. She had to get in behind enemy lines, though, which meant she needed to be ready. Her current task?
Finding a venomous snake. Normally impossible in the northern lands where they lived, Sky did know of a few possible places she could find some, namely nearby Whisper Beach. The tides there made the area much warmer than the other shores so maybe she'd find what she was looking for. If not then jellyfish or something of the like would do just as well. She didn't want to have to turn to something less lethal, like poison berries or leaves to do the trick. Putting shredded plants into the food would leave a scent and taste. He might end up discovering it and she might end up dead as a result.
Enough of that, though. Sky wandered along the beach with a long stick in her hand, an even fork at the end of it, ready to capture any snake she came across. It needed to be live if she wanted to milk it properly, which meant that this entire expedition was a dangerous one for her. That's why she wore her boots that day, along with her denim pants (skinny jeans, tucked into her boots), a tank top and a leather coat she'd stolen somewhere. Her hands were protected in gloves, a thick leather riding style. The only thing she lacked was a face guard but with any luck, she wouldn't need it anyway.
By noon she'd had no luck and she'd been searching all morning. She'd found burrows with harmless, non-poisonous snakes inside and had been bitten once on the nose by one, but otherwise she'd come up empty handed. It was the middle of the day and by that point, she'd gotten hungry. So of course, the girl went fishing. She was standing waist deep in the water, a crudely made fishing line cast out with worms as bait on the end of a cruddy hook, made out of a safety pin and tied to some thin string, the other end tied to a long, flexible stick. She wouldn't catch anything big this way, but at least she'd have something. Behind her, a campfire on the sand, softly crackling with a low light.
This entire adventure felt all too familliar. She felt like a loner again, a rogue. Good. That mindset is perfect if we're going to be taking out Maska in a few days. Let's hold onto this feeling for a while, hm? Get used to it again. The darker voice inside her commented, now free to speak as the entire plan had been his idea. Sky was just along for the ride, really.
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