Timber!
Empousa
11-14-2024, 11:07 AM
Flurry drifted in and out of consciousness for a while, but consciousness was not awareness and though she caught flashes of her situation, being dragged along the sand, the crackling of a fire and the brief whiff of something cooking, she didn't register who was with her. Her poor alcohol sodden mind desperately clinging to hope that it was a family members, maybe a sibling, even drunk she didn't think it was either of her parents. She wanted it to be anyone who'd looked at her, and had seen what she had, had heard her trying to make the point that the way they were going someone was going to end up dead and she'd been fucking right! No one had ever even acknowledged that! Her father hadn't actually died sure but they'd all thought he had. She'd been right! But Flurry did not have any higher power on her side. Maybe Abraxas hated her too, she hadn't ever really bought into the whole godling thing after all. No one from her family had come to save her but rather a complete and total stranger. When eventually she well and truely roused Flurry first noticed the cat. Who after eating had curled itself at her side, purring loudly and casting the occasional thankful glance back up at the wolf who'd helped Flurry. Who for her part was groaning and blinking against the sudden light and trying to piece together what was around her. It took longer than it should have to notice the warmth of another body behind her, the scent of a stranger. Carefully she rolled her head back, mismatched gaze sliding around until she found her. A stupid grin almost instantly plastering across Flurry's face. "Shhhould drunkenly pass out more often." She slurred, tongue feeling heavy in her mouth. "Brings out all tha' pretty ladies!" Too drunk to stop her accent from starting to slip through she tried to flutter her eyes at the stranger but really only managed to blink awkwardly at her instead. Flurry didn't usually try to flirt like that anyways, but she also hadn't been sober in a while so erratic behaviour was certainly her new norm. "I like yer... Red." Flurry was talking about the woman's eyes, but as she laughed this time she felt her stomach clench and then she groaned, head lolled back towards the fire, pivoting partially on one of her horns and the elongated fangs that constantly poked out from her lips sliding forward, into attack position as her body angrily protested the lack of care she'd shown it. "Speech" |
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