Partners in Crime
Juggernaut
Professor
12-31-2023, 11:35 AM
The trek through the Sound was a quiet one, filled with only the ambiance of the world around them. Absinth was grateful for the quiet. It made the throbbing of her head subside a bit, though if she tried to look too far ahead her vision would begin to double, so she kept a steady gaze on only a few steps ahead of herself only. She was working herself to not let her body fail her again, taking careful steps so she would not stumble or trip. Making sure she held fast to her awareness as she had finally clawed her way out of the oblivion that was her passed out state.
As they neared her very own den, one she had set to work on after the first time she met Sephiran — Absinth thought of her next steps. Recovery had to come first, then bettering herself for a bout of revenge on that fucker. She smirked to herself, a weary one but vicious all the same. Absinth stopped at the entrance to her abode, casting a sideways glance at Aresenn that was both appreciative and questioning. Now that she was feeling a bit better after the silent walk which did well to clear her head… Absinth was able to think of his actions as more than something that made her feel pathetic. If only just.
“Sticking around?” She said, the fire that usually burned in her eyes a bit duller, a bit more repressed. The woman did her best to make her way into the den with as little exacerbation of her injuries as possible. Inside, the dugout den was wide, with enough space to stand and have a little more room available between the ears and the ceiling. Her claw marks were evident everywhere, the proof of her carving the area out by paw. She had little shelves made of clawed out sections in the walls, and displayed there were teeth and claws. Some were big, others were small. Trophies. A bear skin rug laid out on the ground was where the fae collapsed, groaning in pain as she attempted a stretch onto her soft bedding. The den was also littered in feathers, each from different sorts of birds and different sizes. But all of them were the same in one way — colorful.
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As they neared her very own den, one she had set to work on after the first time she met Sephiran — Absinth thought of her next steps. Recovery had to come first, then bettering herself for a bout of revenge on that fucker. She smirked to herself, a weary one but vicious all the same. Absinth stopped at the entrance to her abode, casting a sideways glance at Aresenn that was both appreciative and questioning. Now that she was feeling a bit better after the silent walk which did well to clear her head… Absinth was able to think of his actions as more than something that made her feel pathetic. If only just.
“Sticking around?” She said, the fire that usually burned in her eyes a bit duller, a bit more repressed. The woman did her best to make her way into the den with as little exacerbation of her injuries as possible. Inside, the dugout den was wide, with enough space to stand and have a little more room available between the ears and the ceiling. Her claw marks were evident everywhere, the proof of her carving the area out by paw. She had little shelves made of clawed out sections in the walls, and displayed there were teeth and claws. Some were big, others were small. Trophies. A bear skin rug laid out on the ground was where the fae collapsed, groaning in pain as she attempted a stretch onto her soft bedding. The den was also littered in feathers, each from different sorts of birds and different sizes. But all of them were the same in one way — colorful.
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