Back where it began

Aslatiel hadn't been herself lately. Not since she and Indy had spent their night out under the stars. They had agreed to try and love other people since loving one another would only result in heartbreak and shame. It was...hard. They had always been two halves of a whole and now they were separates. It felt wrong but they had to try.

The cream, grey and teal girl was slowly turning into a young woman. Her baby fat was melting away and she was starting to feel as though she might actually be pretty. Bas certainly made her feel pretty. Indy had always made her feel pretty. Now she was starting to believe it. At the moment, however, she was far from pretty.

Aslatiel was elbow deep in the guts of a pig. Her forelegs, chest and chin were dark with blood. As usual, she'd brought her prey to her tree. It was an old growth tree. The base was littered with various bones of many different creatures. Bones even hung from the branches like macabre wind chimes. Some ways up the tree was a flat section between the branches. This was where Asla slept, surrounded by her kills.

Pawsteps brought grey ears swiveling backwards and she had a smile prepared for Basilisk. When her plum colored eyes landed upon the wheaten form of Naiche, however, she frowned. What was he doing here? Looking for more reasons to tattle on her? With an audible exhale through her dusty brown nose, Asla went back to digging in the entrails of her prey.