handprints in wet cement
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01-17-2022, 02:51 AM
Gin's movements were stiff as she crossed the Grove. She'd slept wrong. That wasn't abnormal. Finding somewhere to tuck herself away was becoming more and more bothersome these days. The abandoned hollows in trees, slightly larger than usual fox holes, hollows that had been formed by wolves about her size... yeah. It was hard to sleep right in places like that, probably. Had Gin kept a normal sleep schedule, maybe her options would have opened up. With habits as they were, the pale girl preferred tucking away to sleep in places that blocked out the light. A yawn and a stretch, the girl did her best to try and chase the tension from her shoulders and the crick from her neck. It was sunset, and she had the whole day ahead of her. Still, with her unusually poor mood, maybe it would be best to go back to sleep. The pale creature would see how she felt after eating something. Maybe it would help... could it hurt? Catching it would, of course, be the problem. Squirrels were crepuscular, so if nothing else, Gin would be able to catch a few of the chubby bastards. While it wasn't anything incredible or extreme, it would certainly be something in the way of sustenance. On careful, near silent steps, Gin passed into the Grove. Her gaze was keen, searching out any passing prey. The air was thick with the scents of blackberries and strawberries... it was hard to maintain a bad mood in an environment like this. The ghost could be at least reasonably at peace for now. Now, if only she could find some breakfast. |