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.
And if we die, I'll meet you up in heaven
'Cause you're beautiful.
Table by the Mentors!
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