Kissed By Silence

ooc; I apologize for slow response. I had to go out of state for a couple of days.


She had grown used to the minor pains that came with her adventures, weaving toward an invisible goal without much thought of the little pieces of fur that would go missing from her hide and find a new home on the thorns of her travels. She felt the familiar droplets of fluid leak from her minor scratches, but it was a welcoming discomfort as treasures were usual found in difficult to reach places. Though, her humming and steps would cease when a voice would ring out from the dense vegetation. Ears would flick curiously in the direction of the voice.


Though the cracks of the brush, her soft pink eyes would land upon a shadowed figure that was highlighted by bright blue eyes. It was a familiar form, even with the fog and vegetation there to cloak the male. Oh, no. . . I am fine. I think. . . Eyes would dart to the ground as she spoke, an obvious submission to the guy. She meant no harm and company in this place was actually pretty comforting. With the same softly spoken voice, she would speak again. Just exploring. The world is my home. She would announce the last sentence with a hint of pride, slightly puffing out her chest as if she were really accomplishing something through her exploration. Perhaps, one day, it would pay off.


She would sink to the ground and crawl from her trail to reach its edge where the stranger made his presence. Already near the ground, she would lie upon her stomach and look at the male questioningly. He seemed young. Why would he be out here? Well, then again, why was she? My name is Anastasia. Or Ana if that's easier to remember. She felt heat rise to her face when she spoke. She hoped the male did not take it the wrong way. She would stutter in her next words to try and clear her words. I mean, not. . . not that I don't think you can't remember Anastasia. Just. . . it may be easier.