We spent our lives, running through the wasteland
Word Count → 357 :: Sorry about the wait aswell @_@
A cold shiver ran across her, the song upon her lips ceased as her paws suddenly felt like lead, anchoring her down to where she currently stood. Mind racing she thought back to the horror stories that had been whispered around her, tales of how young, foolish girls disappeared into the woods and never returned. Breathing in, her shoulders rose and bunched together a fraction, darks ears flicking back as her tail fell still behind her. Within her own pack borders she was confident, capable of rationally identifying each strange noise and every bump in the night, felling completely at ease and safe, but the lands she walked were certainly not her home and each scent, sound and subtle change in the scenery put her on edge.
Holding her eyes to the sky, the one thing that was the same regardless of where she was, she tried to force a calm to settle over herself, breathing deeply and slowly... resulting in little to no difference. Giving up her eyes fell level with the landscape just as a strangers voice burst the little bubble she had begun to form around herself, the male's voice answering her question and asking one at the same time. Turning sharply on the spot, vibrant eyes narrowed a fraction as she glared at the male, taking out all her built up stress, fear and frustration out in the one look. A clear product of her environment, the midnight girl could only distinguish others as higher ranked or lesser and her behaviour greatly changed dependent on where one ranked within her mind. Although the male so far hadn't posed as a threat to her or tried anything she'd define as funny.. unable to decide how to place the stranger so opted for information gathering.
“Lost would be a better description” she responded, her voice just above a whisper. Self consciously she reached up and flicked a few strands of hair away from her face, not that there was much she could do about her appearance now. “Where... is this?” she asked, gesturing around herself with a wave of her arm. “And who are you?”.
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.
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