building outta sweat and spit

*Cyanide* · 01-19-2022, 02:29 PM

The breeze that blew through the willows carried all sorts of strange, fascinating smells. Cy didn't really know what to make of all of it-- there had to be a pack sorta nearby, right? This didn't belong to them, though. That was fine. There was also the intense smell of damp that seemed to fill everything around her. It wasn't bad damp though... was there such a thing as good damp? Not death, not decay, just... mushy. Beneath her paws, the mossy ground gave easily. It was soft, and she had good traction here. Must be a bitch when it's slippery though, yikes.

Around her, the willows seemed to go on forever. Forever, and ever, and ever. Cyanide wasn't unhappy with it though, and she couldn't find much to complain about-- no, really. Imagine Cy not complaining? Someone write home about that one. Still, she rather liked this place, the girl decided. Her steps were muffled as she padded across the ground, leaving her feeling otherworldly. That was the goal, right? Otherworldly and vaguely threatening. Yeah, Cy would go with that. The edge was suited with her age.

There was someone else out here, closer than the amorphous trappings of just a nearby pack. A boy. Still, the shifting breezes left the wraith not quite sure exactly where he was. Not until he spoke. The words that came weren't unlike Oki's, and Cyanide's head snapped around in their direction. "Says who?" Brilliant pink gaze sharp, accusatory. It wasn't necessarily wrong, Cy had only been here for a season at most, but this wasn't like the last boy she'd met. He'd caught her just as she dragged herself from the sea. No, this boy knew nothing of that. With long, graceful steps she came towards him through the willows. Cy was sizing him up, openly curious. What was it to him, anyway?

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building outta sweat and spit

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Cyanide