For Snake, in the Dampwoods, not too close to Inferni's borders. Sorry it's not my best, it's late and stuff, and sorry for the wait! 300+ words.
#####The feral woman's legs straddled the tree branch as she shook it violently, knuckles paling further than before with the force of her delicate hands around the branch. The sun had set long before, but she knew she was visible, her legs dangling beneath the line of branches overhead the spaces between the trunks, her fiery mane and cream fur standing out in the pale moonlight. Her lifeless green eyes were closed against her current pain, anger and hurt coursing through her veins. There was nothing in particular that had brought her out to the woods, but she suspected it was the dreaded loneliness that followed her like a shadow, lingering tendrils tugging at every fiber of her being. Today, not even her lovely marijuana had made her feel better; it had only strengthened her feelings of loss that had taken over that morning upon waking in Dahlia's territory. Thus, she had began to run.
#####Lifting her face to the sky, Lolita growled quietly, frustration obvious in the wild sound. "Miért? Minek nekem nem szenved? Mit tegyek, érdemel a halál! Nem jó!" she shouted, tears forming behind her eyelids. On a good day, Lolita could accept that she had been handed a horrible fate when her brother had killed her. However, on bad days, she was prone to feeling helpless and angry, just as she was then. "Gyűlölöm, te Pello! Gyűlölöm az ön volt ez! Én remek gyűlöl benneteket!" The hungarian words spewed from her lips fluidly, the speaker not even realizing that she had slipped into the tongue. It was something she had picked up in passing, which she used when upset or trying not to be understood. Leaning forward, she pressed her face into the branch she was assaulting, the tears flowing freely now as she hugged her perch. This world, this after life, it was all just so unfair. . .
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