building outta sweat and spit

*Cyanide* · 01-18-2022, 02:14 PM

Her ankle had healed up pretty well. Cyanide figured she'd need to thank that healer if she ever saw her again. What was her name? Inoki or something. Yeah, she'd been nice enough to patch Cy up, and give her the warning that if she really fucked around she'd never be able to walk on it again. That was a scary notion, one that still made her shudder.

Exploring. She wouldn't stop exploring. Rain was coming down around her shoulders, a light summer shower to punctuate the afternoon. On long legs, the wraith broke through the curtain of willows. From beneath the trees, Cyanide could hear the pattering of raindrops, but felt them less on her back. This was comfortable. Brilliant gaze, keen on the world around her, she was happy to explore. Beneath her paws the ground was soft, springy and mossy. It was kinda fun actually-- she couldn't find anything to complain about. A yearling alone in a world that was far bigger than she.

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building outta sweat and spit

sam!

Cyanide