WC: 486 - Lemme know if this is okay and sorry 'bout the wait @_@
Idling around, the midnight girl was once again doing little more then wandering aimlessly, chartreuse and citron eyes cast up into the skies, observing the subtle movements within it, storing them to memory so that she could reproduce them later if she felt the need. More and more her love of making things and reproducing the little things around her into a useful work of art was growing; she was no fighter, no talented hunter, her capacity with words was limited and her charm short lived. All she had was her eyes, her knack for memorising things and re-producing them in an artistic manner that also served as one of the girls emotional outlets. A lot of her work often featured abstract faces of her family, Rosemary or Omitl, textured with the nature she spends much time memorising.
Despite the whispers she'd heard of what was going on, the girl couldn't get out of the fixation that this was her home and thus safe; surely no one was fool enough to go near her home, given it's reputation. Each member was strong, talented and fearsome in the young girls eyes and she had every faith in them that she would come to no harm so long as she hid within the thorns borders. Although her delusional over-confidence of her pack did not make her a fool; within her bag along with her usual art tools and Rosemary lay a small dagger she knew enough about to use to some degree if pushed. But if faced with someone of skilled she understood she would be in abit of a situation. “Ney, Omi. You think the attacks are over with now? Everything seems so peaceful” she mused aloud, bending down and scooping the lynx up, carrying her securely against her chest.
Her drifting had lead her towards the forest, entering at a pace that could only be described as half skipping, the young associate hummed as she went, completely within her own little, secure bubble. That was until she heard the howl. Head swirling to the side she stared into the trees and greenery, expecting something to emerge and eat her alive, but the was nothing despite how deceptively close the howl had sounded. Heart racing in her throat, she placed Omi down and whispered for the female lynx to stay whilst she reached into her bag and took a tentative step forward, before breaking into a full out run in the direction of the howl, unsure what she truly expected and acting nothing more on some instinct that propelled her forward.
Each breath seemed to hurt as her legs stretched to their limits, moving her as fast as they could. Half hiding behind a tree she came to a stop, her left palm flat against it's trunk as if she needed it's support. “Sister!” the word escaped her, at the top of her lungs before she could stop herself.
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