i recall once on the church steps
bas / seasonal!
Bard
01-03-2022, 03:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-03-2022, 03:35 AM by Hazel. Edited 1 time in total.)
The south was basically crawling with coyotes, and Hazel had pretty much convinced herself that she was going to take on all of them. Literally all of them. One by one, she’d shrek literally all of those fuckers, until there were none left! No! More! Coyotes! They were terribly annoying, all yipping noises and weird smells and unsettling, unblinking stares. That and they were fast. Hazel didn’t like that either. In the long run, she’d show them all, and they’d all be sorry. Okay, crawling with coyotes except when it came to the packlands. Since moving into the Armada, had she really… had she seen many? The passage of time was strange to Hazel, and she couldn’t really put her finger on why. Not like it mattered. The predators would only keep getting more predator-y, and she needed to train. She needed to train, and fight, and get stronger, and make herself scarier. Yeah, Hazel would need to be able to fuck them up! Right now, the girl didn’t have much more than her enthusiasm, but it had gotten her this far. What could she use to make herself more pointy… more stabby. ‘Lis had elbows with teeth, maybe he’d know. Yeah, that sounded good. She’d get him to help. It was mid afternoon when Hazel went looking for the boy, sniffing around for his scent and following whatever smelled like the freshest trail. He probably knew how to help. That sounded about right. "Bas-uh-lisk," Hazel finally called, enunciating every syllable emphatically. "Where are you? I need your help." It wasn't loud enough to get the attention of any of the adults (she hoped), but Hazel called into his den. Maybe that's where he was. |
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