let's pretend i care
halo
02-22-2022, 08:00 PM
Morgawr was realizing more and more how often she was alone. She liked being alone, though, so it wasn't a problem. She had much more interesting characters in her own mind than she could probably ever find in real life. She'd come up with many over her life. Her original big, fight-loving squirrel, of course, but also a fox-eagle hybrid named Zip Zap who liked exploring, Tripper, the sarcastic, calculating Machiavellian genius wolf, and Buttercup, a scared little mouse trying to care for her regularly sickly children (in actuality, they were being poisoned by a bad rat who wanted to keep Buttercup from ever leaving). This little cast had its extras and side characters, but the core four were the most important. They stayed the most consistent and she held them the closest to her heart. She didn't pay much attention to anyone who wasn't in her mind. She talked only when she had to, and played less. She was a loner kid. Not lonely, not really, since she, again, liked being alone. She did.
She was wandering around the territory of the Armada, just listening to the soft buzz of her own thoughts. Zip Zap was arguing with Biggie over a scrap of meat. Despite the size difference, Biggie was holding her own. She did in nearly any fight she was in. She was stronger than Morgawr thought she would ever be herself. Sure, she was just a pup, but she was old enough to start actually training more, and she just didn't. She was happy with her routine, even if something just below her skin sometimes itched madly with the craving for something more. She had no idea what that "more" was, so she ignored the feeling. It was uncomfortable, so it couldn't be too important, right? Anyway, she liked being alone.
She ended up near a den near a river. She didn't realize that she was nearby anything in particular though until a light-colored, faintly tan raccoon jumped out in front of her. She stared down at it for a moment in stunned silence, disgruntled and a little disorientated from being so removed from her thoughts.
WC: 359
Total: 359
She was wandering around the territory of the Armada, just listening to the soft buzz of her own thoughts. Zip Zap was arguing with Biggie over a scrap of meat. Despite the size difference, Biggie was holding her own. She did in nearly any fight she was in. She was stronger than Morgawr thought she would ever be herself. Sure, she was just a pup, but she was old enough to start actually training more, and she just didn't. She was happy with her routine, even if something just below her skin sometimes itched madly with the craving for something more. She had no idea what that "more" was, so she ignored the feeling. It was uncomfortable, so it couldn't be too important, right? Anyway, she liked being alone.
She ended up near a den near a river. She didn't realize that she was nearby anything in particular though until a light-colored, faintly tan raccoon jumped out in front of her. She stared down at it for a moment in stunned silence, disgruntled and a little disorientated from being so removed from her thoughts.
WC: 359
Total: 359