A New Day

I never promised you an open heart or charity, I never wanted to abuse your imagination

It was a strange thing standing around them. It's structure seemed like nothing they had never seen before. It did spark the curiosity, where did it come from? How was it made? What was it for? What was it's purpose? From observations it seemed that it had meant to keep things out, but it failed at it's job just as well as the sun rose in the dawn and set in dusk. So they kept on walking, their trail being left behind in the soft spots of snow. Their paws felt cold and weak from travel, but they knew if they wished to find shelter, let alone food, they needed to keep going.

So they shook off their curiosity after a few ginger pokes and head tilts. Their floppy ears moving towards each side of their rotating face. Flopping to the left, and then the right, and to the left again. She stood, walking down a hidden trail of the wall. Fantasma looked up to see which sides of said wall was short enough for her to leap from. They needed to get to the other side, in hopes of finding one of the things they were looking for.

When they did find that special place on the wall. Just low enough for them to jump. It was still high enough to provide some what of a challenge due to their small size, but it was enough that if she took a running start....Maybe. Just maybe. She could make it. Which is what they hoped for.

With Bellamy on the other side, her presence not known to Fantasma. Fantasma walked back enough to give them that running start they needed. Once they did, they ran and with one jump, got to the ledge. They struggled to climb and claw to the top. Once they did, they were able to stand on top, looking down below her.

Oh no. It was someone else. Fantasma wasn't expecting company.

I come with knives, to love you and agony, to love you with agony