here, lizard...

The scorn of the moon very much enjoys the days when she is wild and free. Hell. She's always been wild and free, free and wild. A gypsy born child, a child raised by a village, a child that wasn't told who in particular her parents were only that they were of the group. She resented that a bit. It was fine. Things would always be fine, and no one had really... messed her up as a kid. She was lucky. Selene would suppose that she had gotten out okay until she had such a reason to believe that she hadn't. It was almost too good to be true when she compared it to everyone else, and yet she realized now she lacked a certain closeness. To not know who her parents were? To not be close to her roots? Hell, they had just up and moved one day without her when she fell too far behind. The stargazer didn't really know where they'd gotten to, only that she was without them... only that she had been without them for what felt like... an age? She was older now than she had been when they went away. When she went away? It was hard to tell.

Childhood was weird, especially when you were on your own as a yearling. One year. A full set of the seasons, and she knew that winter wasn't her friend. If she didn't have a home by then, what would become of her? The scorn of the moon found herself pondering it without the usual emotion that came with dealing in life or death affairs. She very well may freeze to death. To die would be an awfully big adventure, supposedly. Selene doesn't... really care? So long as there's an adventure for the starlit night, things would be okay. It was the only thing she'd never go without. Hungry for something bigger, the girl moves on. Shit happens, right?

Moving across the marshland, the girl can smell someone else on the breeze. Her tail never stops wagging, it makes her look... non threatening. And maybe she isn't. Maybe she doesn't want to issue a threat, and maybe she never will, but it's the thought that counts. Her ears perk slightly at the creature, and there's a soft bark in her throat. It's rood to sneak up on people, especially the ones you don't know. Not that Selene has ever cared too much about being rude, it's the thought that counts. It's all the thoughts that count as she closes the gap between herself and the young man. Don't look too soft... but it's hard for her not to. She is delicate and agile, and appearing hardened by the world around her is difficult. All bright eyes and shimmering light, her step is high and her tail wags.


"Think anything out here is gonna eat us?" There's something devil may care about the way her head tosses, about the way her words lilt. Everyone here was so tall, and maybe she should have cringed backward at his teeth, but Selene won't show anything short of open curiosity. Days like this... she won't turn them down.