birds of the same feather
cyanide
02-25-2022, 01:13 AM
Cy was learning all she could about the lands Ashen controlled. Sure, there was combat training to do as well, but that could wait until she had more time with Oki. The wraith had become his responsibility, somehow. It was the exploring that she could do on her own. Right, as long as Cyanide framed it in such a way that she was learning the boarders and familiarizing herself with all of the territory they controlled, it seemed like she was doing her job. She was getting away with exploring, and she was getting away with something that was probably closer to shirking social responsibility. It's not her fault that she's more than a little feral, okay? Cyanide was a sharp creature, all elbows and teeth. Elbows. Teeth. Quick wit. A silver tongue. Razor sharp. It's kept her alive, it's kept her going. She's not the most well equipped when it comes to actually having to be part of a pack, at least when it comes to actually behaving. Could she contribute? Yeah, and she'd do it well. Could she endear herself to those in positions of power, more than enough to keep herself safe? Probably not. She tried not to think on it too much, though. The future was a fickle beast, and Cyanide wasn't really interested in entertaining hypothetical scenarios. No, for now, she'd learn each of the islands in the chain. She'd learn every damn thing she could about the lands on which the pack sat. Cyanide would do what she could on her own, and when Oki came back she'd have him train with her. That was all she could do for a plan. It's in her exploring, though, that she hears her name. It's a voice she recognizes, at least a bit. Celeste. Ah fuck, what's she done now? "Hey," she changes course. "Sorry if I crashed your hiding spot," the words are casual, offering a smile. Shit, why does she have such a hard time with smiling? Really, Cy's smile was mostly teeth, but at least she's trying. |