- ƒᴇʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀαᴄᴋs
09-13-2014, 03:16 PM
She got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Through the storm the howling shriek ripped over the wind, screaming what seemed to her like names as she poked her head cautiously out of her somewhat-moist den in curiosity. Immediately she was rewarded with a face full of wind-driven rain and she shrank back, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear them. What the hell was that crazy banshee doing out there in weather like this? Was she in trouble? Was she looking for someone? For a long moment a healthy self-preservation instinct kept the girl curled in the bolt hole she'd taken to when the storm had begun, but in the end curiosity and the fact that she was already soaked and uncomfortable from her head's brief foray into the storm drove her to slither her way out into the wind.
Eyes narrowed against the wind and blunt claws gripping the ground to keep her from being buffeted over, Cascade Saxe made her slow way to where the woman yowled up to the sky. Had she not already been so close the wind may have torn the words away and she'd never have heard them at all, and it certainly tore away scent and the driving rain blurred her eyes. Yet... was there something familiar about this woman? They'd never met before, she was certain of it, but some some remnant of the scent that did reach her sensitive nose despite the storm sparked some memory... or did it? She just had a weird sense of deja vou. Ah, but it was silly to be so uneasy about a crazy woman screaming in the middle of a storm, wasn't it? The self-aimed cynicism made her grin and chuckle inwardly.
"Were you referring to some particular coward or will any coward at all do for you?" she asked as mildly as she could when she had to shout her words to even be heard over the sound of the wind.
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Eyes narrowed against the wind and blunt claws gripping the ground to keep her from being buffeted over, Cascade Saxe made her slow way to where the woman yowled up to the sky. Had she not already been so close the wind may have torn the words away and she'd never have heard them at all, and it certainly tore away scent and the driving rain blurred her eyes. Yet... was there something familiar about this woman? They'd never met before, she was certain of it, but some some remnant of the scent that did reach her sensitive nose despite the storm sparked some memory... or did it? She just had a weird sense of deja vou. Ah, but it was silly to be so uneasy about a crazy woman screaming in the middle of a storm, wasn't it? The self-aimed cynicism made her grin and chuckle inwardly.
"Were you referring to some particular coward or will any coward at all do for you?" she asked as mildly as she could when she had to shout her words to even be heard over the sound of the wind.
""
She got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down
And she's not backing down