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*Cyanide* · 12-16-2021, 05:21 PM

As Cyanide flew by, she considers the fact that she may have scared the girl away. Damn, you really do suck at making friends, the mean voice in her teenage head. That mean voce was always going to be her own, but it was whatever. Making friends was hard. Cy came from a culture that was fairly straight laced, and her behavior was often less than welcome from the more reasonable population. Maybe this land was the same... if that was the case, maybe she wouldn't fit in here either. No matter. Fitting in was overrated.

But her invitation was, to her pleasure, well received. The girl managed to catch up, and then pass her-- hey, wait! With a grumble (not aggressive, really more playful than anything), Cy pushed herself even harder. She went from attempting to show off her grace to setting her mind on pure speed. The laugh that broke from her chest was breathless, as she was finally pushing herself. Enjoying herself more than anything, the wraith was able to take in the thrill of the competition and the excitement of new company all at once. Pure energy sparked within her chest. This stranger was fast, and considerably taller than Cy. They're side by side in the light of the sunset afternoon, and everything was wonderful.

Until.

Though her gaze had been trained on the world around her, Cyanide didn't see the prairie dog hole. With a yelp she crashed, ass over tea kettle, to the ground. Immediately she could feel the pain in her ankle, realizing it had been twisted. Not badly enough to be broken, but badly enough to hurt. Winded and dazed, it would take Cy a long moment to sort herself out. "Fuck," she whimpered the curse, attempting to catch her breath and not necessarily doing the best job.

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aw; exploring ^^

Cyanide