But I don't want to fight
Bacchus was patched up, and shouldn't die in his sleep, hopefully. The tiny chocolate girl from the challenge had been with Bacchus since he'd returned from wherever he'd been. It had been her scent permeating his coat when they'd been reunited, and she hadn't even realized it was there. So, of course, when she'd appeared to fix up her best friend, the violet dame had been a little cross. Okay, royally pissed, but that wasn't the point. This girl, Lucky or whatever, fawned over Bacc like he was some sort of deity. It was disgusting. Abby had mimed vomiting for half of their interactions. Some delicate little china doll, and Bacc seemed to just love her. What the fuck? Her lips curled into a sneer when the poor little thing left her with Bacchus to.. go cry, or some shit, probably. What a baby. Her best friend was crippled and supposed to rest, so yelling at him would be counter-productive to him staying alive. He was still an idiot, though. The lavender femme left him, scowl etched onto her features, to get some fresh air. The smell of blood emanating from her best friend wasn't doing any favours. She padded towards the entrance of the mines, hoping to get a few hours of freedom where Bacchus could rest up, and hopefully Lucky could leave. However, as the light of day began to fill the tunnel, there she was. Glowering at the girl's back, she wondered if it was even worth going outside, to have to walk past her skulking. After a few moments of deliberation, she kept walking. Lifting her chin, she slid past the girl. Clearly she wasn't well equipped to deal with the real world, if she had to sit there and cry to herself every time someone didn't think she was the bees fucking knees. The grass under her pale toes was cool and welcome. Mood lifted ever so slightly, she began to walk. Perhaps she should go and see how the people of her old pack were doing. On second thought, that was a terrible idea. Glancing about, she took a moment to wonder if there was anything cool to do up North. Bacchus would know, if he wasn't busy being injured. Another sigh. That weird shape in the distance looked like it could be interesting. Her legs resumed their movement, and she was off. |