Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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Blackfoot sat and waited, seafoam gaze locked onto the dark woman who was locked in her own internal battle. There was hardly any part of her stirring until that ear twitch and then tail movement. Then, the silence was broken with a sigh which caused Blackfoot's own ears to twitch forward again. Cautious curiosity at who she would be addressing now.

Fortunately, it seemed as if Hala was back at the forefront and Blackfoot was left wondering what it must be like in the other woman's mind. Exhausting was the only thing she could think of. Definitely confusing for the outside observer. What to make of this...

Hala gave more of an explanation, saying that the other was due to something done to her. The stony woman pursed her lips, thinking over this new information with more questions than answers. Was it due to trauma? Someone being more than a bitch to her in the past? She wondered if the other was a flavor of herself, only more fucked up from what had happened to her. She almost felt a certain kinship through shitty pasts. A past she would not question about. It was really not any of her business. She wouldn't pry though she wouldn't stop the other from sharing if she so wanted. All she would ask would be, "Are all of them due to things done?" A pause and then. "How many others?" She found herself... intrigued... so long as the other could be trusted. Well, trusted enough.

She felt it was fair to want to know how many "others" there were in the woman's head. In case they presented themselves.

"Dialogue"

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