Her wings flapped with such a flurry. Her feathers flared in urgency. A feeling of doom swarmed around her body in a rage. Her legs urged to move, to touch the ground but she was indeed soaring within the sky. Her tail flowed as she flew through the sky but suddenly her dark grey wings ceased their their flapping suddenly. The Little Bird began to plummet down to the hell below. A darkness surrounded her, she could not look down. Yet, she knew she was close to the earth. Suddenly, it all stopped.~~
The Little Bird woke up in a flurry of shudders and panting. the woman was sweating and drooling all over. The sleep ridden eyes fluttered to clarity, washing away the remaining sleepiness haze from their sights. Her eyes skipped about rapidly in search for wings or darkness but all she found was moss, pools and caves, right where she fell asleep. Myst got up slowly and looked around with a grimace. Her emerald eyes slipped across the lovely caverns she resided in. As her legs helped her up she moved over to one of the various pools. The girl looked down at her very own reflection, illuminated by the skylight above, Myst stared into her eyes, unblinking for a few moments. What she saw was not a Wolf, but a broken soul. The Little Bird moved from the pool and sauntered away with her head low, as she normally did. The girl was a tortured fae. Her mind was ridden of memories of happiness that not longer satisfied her. The Black family was separated, yet she hoped to one day reunite with some. Though, they would bring forth memories that would likely bring the femme to a loss. Though, for now the Little Dove would slowly slither through The Deluge with a gentle frown upon her haunted lips.


"Speech"

For the first time in a long time she had caught the trail of one of her family members, it was once more her turn to go out looking while her twin held down the fort and she could not have been happier that for once it seemed she would not return empty handed. The silvery girl had traced to a cavern and as she peered warily into its depths she fought the urge to turn tail and forget all about it. Paradox was not too keen on enclosed spaces; the feeling of earth pressing down upon her had always made her uneasy. Steeling herself she pushed past the mouth, fighting down the panic that threatened to take hold and making herself keep moving. Finally she had calmed herself enough to steady her breathing; Paradox began to call for her sister. Speech, Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! Thank you Seren

The Little Bird continued to slither around the caverns aimlessly. Her eyes were soft and her tail was tucked slightly. She had a lot but a little on her mind all at the same time. She was not looking where she was going, Her focus was wavered to the max, she did not care. The girl was often in her own world. She always wanted to escape but never could. Though, when a scent filled her small nose and a call was made the girl was kinda surprised. She recognized female but there was something else that made her nose twitch. The femme that invaded her senses was a part of her prized family. The Blacks. The elegant looking femme looked up and put a little more pep in her curious step. Though, she stopped when her eyes finally feasted upon a Wolf. She stood at the breach of the cave and Little Bird could see the cross clear as day. There was a little bit of hesitation with the other girl, but she could not remember which Wolf this was. She was enveloped in lighter grays but the hues got darker along her face. Little Bird slithered a little further, still slightly low due to her submissive nature. "You wear the cross."

"Speech"