It was bright, sweet, and most definitely her own. Dark ears flat against her head, Leera looked back at her left hind leg which was caught in a small but wicked thicket of thorns. She'd been stuck there for nearly ten minutes now, the tangle of undergrowth embedded deep into her skin, and the harder she tried to yank herself free the more it tightened around her leg.
A soft, low growl rumbled in her throat. Her pink eyes watched the small beads of blood spring to the surface with distaste; being caught in the thorns was more annoying than it was painful. All around her, the maple forest breathed with the autumn wind. Leaves danced in whirlwinds, squirrels fussed in the bushes, and the sky was beginning to grow dark and inky with twilight. I'm going to be stuck here all night... she mulled, a sneer visible on the sharp lines of her face.
It wasn't that she was afraid of what kind of creatures roamed Auster at night -- she wasn't. It was the fact that she had lots to do, and that she'd only just begin, and this sitation was an obstacle that stood in the way of her ambitions. With this thought in her head, she pulled again at her leg, but the brambles held tight.
@Ivy
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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