Wonderland had gone to hell
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You were right, we never really gave a damn
We spent our lives, running through the wasteland

Word Count → 442 :: Set early morning, in between Halifax and CdC. Note that Harrow may respond harshly to female strangers; since she prefers pretty boys xD I'd prefer for no SL members respond to this OR those who know Harrow is from SL since she is faking memory loss.

It still throbbed and felt wrong, but enough time had passed that the midnight woman was more or less reigned to the loss of functions in her left arm and she took comfort in the fact that she'd never really used it for her hobbies in the first place, loosing it would only hinder movements to some degree until she grew used to living without it. Slowly she blinked heavy eyelids, closing them quickly as sharp morning light pierced them. Wriggling along her back-seat-turned-bed she hid her face in the shadow cast by one of the front seats, taking a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the light before awkwardly bring herself to sit upright, cautious not to bump her splintered arm. “Hael?” the name shattered the silence and she shuffled her way to the end of the back-seat and jumped out of the car shell, casting vibrant eyes over the area around her. Padding around to the back of the car she stuck her head into the opened boot and poked the dog hybrid sharply in the chest. “Morning” once more she stuck to minimal speech, turning her back on the hybrid she made her way over to the fire beside the car shell the pair had claimed, seating herself there and awaiting for the other to bring her breakfast.

A thud sounded beside her and a small package dumped in her lap; a few strips of rabbit meat tied together. Too lazy to wait for them to cook or anything so humanised as that, she downed her share quickly and left the other to finish eating as she rummaged around in the front of the car for her bag, of which she pulled free from the various collected junk and slid over her shoulder. “Nahyt, going somewhere?” the brindled male moved to stand behind her, carefully wrapping an arm around the smaller grils waist. Lifting her head up, she met his eyes for a moment before flashing him a small, lop-sided grin. “Bored. Might as well check out area around us, no?” pulling free from the ex-slave she stuck her head into the car once again, “Omi, watch camp for me girl” she spoke to the lynx, curled up in the floor space between the front seats and back, the orange-grey cat simply opened her eyes and closed them in response.

It wasn't long before the pair reached lush forest grounds, that the midnight woman believed to be called Arachena's revenge as she had so learned in her last visit to the area. The morning chill still hung in the air, along with fresh dew coating the foliage.

Well close your eyes and try to count to seven
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.

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Liam Catori
Do mi do mi do so mi do
Every truly cultured music student knows
You must learn your scales and your arpeggios
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The young Catori had taken to travel. Not able to stay put and do nothing in the land of the court. He was rather far from the land he called home. He was not sure why he had taken to exploring and seeing what else was out in the world. Maybe it was the fact that his mother allowed him to open his wings and fly. He felt like he had to be at home he had to care for his family but his mother gave him what he needed to explore and learn what he'd need to sore.

halifax ws not a place unknown to him. going once or twice the male was heading there. He was not sure what he would find but he was out to find something. Looking about he was alone and it made him tired and bored. He would need to find himself a camp and set himself up for the night. he was thinking about traveling all the way to the northern most part to see what was there.

Liam found himself bored walking through the forest on his own. There just wasn't anyone to talk to and he found himself and bored. the forest seemed to never end and he was becoming slightly lost in a sense. There wasn't really any defining markers to say this is where you are you need to turn around. sighing the bi eyed man moved along.



Bring the music ringing from your chest
And not your nose
While you sing your scales and your arpeggios

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You were right, we never really gave a damn
We spent our lives, running through the wasteland

Word Count → 330 :: Harassing Hael for the fun of it ^^;

Despite the soreness of her body, she walked with both confidence and the appearance of ease, citron and chartreuse eyes cast upwards feigning disinterest of what was going on around her although that was far from the truth. Intently she listened to the heavier foot steps beside her, feeling the occasional brief touch of the brindle male's arm against hers, as if he was repeatedly trying to reassure her that he was still there and anchor her to the earth whilst her eyes stared at the sky. Breathing steadily she forced her expression into one of deceptive neutrality, the look she tended to show when she was observing something from an artistic point of view. Relying on her senses aside from sight she judged the males steps, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike her childish stunt, finding in her patience she wasn't aware she had to complete something as ridiculous as tripping up the brindle greyhound.

Breathing in, her eyes flicked down a fraction, noting the brindle's pale gave looking straight ahead she took the moment and stuck her leg out, flinching slightly as the male's collided with hers, but the pain was worth it and she threw her head back, running off straight ahead howling with high-pitched laughter, pleased that her prank had worked so well. Not that she got far, for as quickly as he'd fallen, the ex-slave was back on her case and plucked her up off the ground, arms wrapping around the midnight woman's waist and pinning her securely against his chest. Right arm flailing and legs kicking out she began to scream with laughter all over again, the high notes of hers blending with the greyhound deeper tones. “I give, I give. Lemme down, lemme down” the words were gasped as she thought for air, but the brindle heard her and settled her carefully down to the ground, keeping one arm loosely around her waist to stop her from trying anything stupid so soon.

Well close your eyes and try to count to seven
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.

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