Dug my way out of blood and fire

Aoi Itou · 03-14-2012, 08:13 AM

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So take these words, some good advice
All you've done gonna come back twice
You never cared how much it hurt, I really need to tell you

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The call ran out while Aoi felt she was doing something of little importance. And so she poked her head up from her hiding spot- an old cloth betwixt some fabric that had been strewn carelessly in one cave, and decided she’d have to obey her father. He sounded angry in his howl, well…almost angry. But powerful. She hadn’t heard him like that before. Saigai. she whispered as quietly as she could. The hooded crow at once swooped down from the cave he had been hanging from - mimicking a bat - and perched inside her hood. The Itou drew herself up, in optime, feeling the baggy, grey jogging bottoms she wore fall loosely, the black hoodie slip down to cover her waist. Her tail, held low and shy, poked out of the clothes but that was about all that did, except her paws, and muzzle. The baggy, too-big-for-her clothes did nothing to flatter her skinny, tall body at all, but she preferred it that way.

Hunched over and feeble, Aoi hurried along to where she had remembered the call coming from. Soon enough she spotted a small gathering up ahead. The dark furred girl winced, as she grew ever so nervous in larger crowds. However, she slowed her breathing and conjured up the dignity to approach anyway, even if she did place herself right at the back of the group. Among the things she was nervous about came also having her back to people. A sort of phobia it was.

Aoi’s dark brown, beautiful eyes cast upwards to meet her father’s, and then Naniko’s. Two familiar faces. That was it. And then she spotted Severus, beside his mother. She knew him a little, too. He’d shown her places when she’d first came to the pack; yet if they’d made conversation it would have been brief, only snippets and mumbles coming from Aoi herself. She found it hard to make friends, and to talk to people. Oddly enough, it seemed the pack-member she knew best was Mido; who had been there when she’d adopted the crow Saigai. She’d found it easy to talk to him. She didn’t know why. Sighing, Aoi fell back against a wall, the young child hiding in the shadows yet still visibly evident at the meeting.

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