Noooooooooo
10-14-2014, 11:12 AM
The thin, frail form huddled miserably just within the mouth of the cavern might have belonged to a strangely marked fox were it not so large. Even with the almost skeletal appearance the ginger-colored canine with the pointed, vulpine features would have towered over any fox were she standing. Which, as previously stated, she was not, as she was currently pressed quite unhappily against the cave wall with tears tracking down over the gold freckles under her eyes. The cause of the tears was further back into the cave. She'd ventured in there despite the terrifying blackness of the cave to escape a sudden thunderous downpour and then, when the skies had cleared, she'd found the noon sun had completely illuminated the interior, temporarily washing away her fears and revealing several pools stocked with fat, lazy fish who barely moved at all. It had been in watching the fish that instinct took over for the more-than-half-starved girl and she'd found herself with her fangs buried in the spine of a fish. The thing had thrashed and thrashed and died and she'd panicked and dropped it, fleeing out here to retch and sob. She'd killed it, the poor fish! It had just been sitting there... well, swimming there, and she'd had to go in and bite it and ruin everything just like she always did. She was a horrible, awful person and that's why Bera had gone off, because she didn't want to be around a horrible, awful person like Eostre. She pressed her tear-streaked face against the cool wall of the cavern, simply overwhelmed by misery. Speech |