hold your breath my dear, we're going under
rogue
07-09-2023, 08:31 AM
He stared. Henbane stared back. She's squinting at him, trying to figure him out. Trying to sort out which end is up, when it comes to the strange boy. Was there something wrong with him? Maybe he had a stick up his ass, or something like that. Henbane is borderline feral, the child of a single father who was doing his damndest to keep her litter in one piece. He'd done a good job, all four of them were still whole. Whole, hardy, and educated on the important things. The plants they could eat, the plants they couldn't, trapping and hunting, and they could speak three languages. Henbane was perhaps the most feral of her siblings, with no fear of strangers or regard for safety. The boy finally speaks. Henbane's ears flicker as she processes what he's on about, something about packs. Sounded boring. Sounded like a lot of rules. Because his mom said so? That was an awfully thin reason, especially for Hen, who didn't have the best experience with moms. "Do you always take everything your mom says at face value, just because she says so?" Her nose wrinkled, trying to process what that would even be like. As far as trespassing went... she'd changed the subject already, and that was good enough. The words empire and empress could be related, but also, they mean little to her. "Henbane. Who're you?" She squinted at him, scrutinizing the boy for a moment. "Was chasing a rabbit, fucker was too fast anyway." Hen shrugged. "Glad your house isn't on fire, or whatever." If it was, they'd probably both be screwed at this rate. She's still studying the boy openly, trying to figure him out. Why did he seem so... formal? It's weird. Henbane has decided that he's weird.  |
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