Dripping Daisies

The scent of others warned her that she had strayed too far, she was now nearing claimed land. The white dame shuttered at the thought of running into anyone right now. It was hard to keep up a facade right now, she was falling between the cracks. So when the sight of a blackened fae reached her, Othello slunk down close to the earth and prayed that she hadn't seen her. Maybe her white pelt would blend into the earth and make her look like a giant rock. Yeah right...

The slight dame crawled forward with her belly hugging the landscape, trying to reach the other side of the lake. If she put enough distance between them, perhaps the other female would lose interest in her. There was no telling what mood she would catch her in, so she prepared a mask just in case. She needed time to focus and to get in place so that she would not fall. Othello could not let her true self show, for she would surly be locked away again. She could not handle being abused and starved, she was thin enough as is.

The dame took a deep breath and decided that acting like a hopeless, lost and confused wolf would be her best go. So she stuck to it and placed on that very persona, just hoping the other would leave her be.