i coughed up my heart.

MYST BLACK

"Little Bird"

The woman was in a state of a broken mind at all times. She was in a deep depression that one could see by every movement and word. She use to be so chipper and delightful, but now she was just a shell of such. She drooped around with memories of her dead mother haunting her mind. Memories of her siblings and her playing with such joy. Yet, it was all gone. Little Bird was alone, her family had their own lives now. The girl wanted to move on so badly but she just couldn't. It seemed like some had easily got over the mess of their mum dying. Yet, she was the closest one to Mystic. Her mother was her life. The woman who taught her all. Yet, she was gone. Myst could never see, touch, or look into her eyes again. She hoped to get better but she needed a push. The girl did not want to be a depressing shell her entire life, yet she never got close enough to others for them to help.

Her form slithered around the pools with ease. Her fur was beautiful and addorned with colors of grey black and white. Upon her left front shoulder would be an elegant cross of black and white. The woman was beautiful yet she never saw anything but sorrow when she looked at her reflection. Myst's tail was low and her ears were low was well. She was slouched over with each step with a grimace upon her once sultry lips. Though, as she heard weeping the distant woman looked over to her right. Yonder she saw an ebony man upon the ground. Blood at his paws. He cried out a jumble of words she could barely make out. Little bird observed silently, watching the tar bubble around him. She would hate to see it do something stupid, so she decided to help.

The small girl slowly slipped around the tar pits with wide, yet foggy, emerald eyes. The babe got closer and closer to see that he was a complete mess. Something must have really messed him up. The lady slithered closer before she stopped a few feet away. The girl was painfully shy and did not want to confront him, but she felt like if she didn't something bad would happen. The woman got a little closer before she let forth her very gentle song, hoping he did not lash out at her. "Sir, I see that something his horribly wrong. Would you like to talk about it?" Her eyes skipped to his paws and the little bird got an idea. "How about we get those paws taken care of so you arent bleeding everywhere? Hmm?" She had to suck up each and every one of her anxieties to deal with such. The girl was rather afraid of others blood and she hated manic people. But, she felt rather sorry for the man before her.. So she would help.