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title is idk, hurr. Helix! sorry if it's a bit short ^^
Valinta scowled as she wandered throughout the skeletal remains of what was once a supposedly great city. If it was so great, why couldn't she find the single thing she wanted to find? The chocolate-furred female wanted a bag, for Christ's sake and she couldn't find one. Why was it so difficult just attempting to find a cloth sack, essentially, to store her shit?
Trying to calm down, she wandered into store after store after store trying to find one that fit her needs. The large red brick she clutched in her hands cut into the soft pads on her palm and fingers, but she ignored it as the search went on. Resting one hand on her hip and the other on a white building, she leaned against the building and kicked at some rubble. The search for a bag wasn't supposed to be this hard. Putting both hands on her hips, Valinta looked at the red hand print she left on the wall, and then at her bleeding palm. Shrugging, she hefted the brick again and entered yet another store.
Trudging into the shaded store, she picked up the first bag she saw and dropped the brick in it. One of the straps broke. She repeated the process with another bag, and a hole tore in the bottom. Going through three more bags, Valinta growled and threw the brick in frustration. Showing a wiry strength, it went through the broken window and hit a building across the street, with small fragments breaking off. Still growling, the female stalked out of the store and walked throughout the city, wanting to just get lost. She didn't want to see Gunnar, she didn't want to see the caves, she didn't want to see anything. Ignoring everything surrounding her, the woman just walked and walked through Halifax.
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