We Are Made From Broken Parts
07-17-2016, 08:49 PM
The female had thought herself alone until all of a sudden she heard scurrying pawsteps. Akemi hopped tot he side, fur bristling as she turned to the other femme and bared her fangs on reflex. What the hell? Following her? But she’d been here the whole time, getting reunited with Ravine and watching over her youngest son Tiny. The little pygmy jerboa was getting older, though his childish demeanor had hardly changed with the seasons. In a way the caramel femme, just a bit larger than Akemi herself, reminded her of someone she once knew. Her gaze focused on those oceanic blue eyes, frowning deeply. They’d definitely never met before...
Akemi took a breath, speaking softly. “You understand the birds?” Akemi’s words were careful, watching the woman with her single good eye. “...cause I’m afraid I don’t. I’ve not been following you, either. I’ve been in this area for the better part of early spring with my mate and son.” She arched a brow, shredded remains of her ears stubs twitching slightly. Perhaps it was old age, or perhaps it was the more motherly instinct she had that caused her to give the other woman a chance rather than snap at her. “Why don’t we start over... And you can tell me why you think someone is following you?” |