07-24-2018, 06:41 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Her head snapped away from Versailles then as a familiar voice had spoke her name. It shouldn't have been hard to hear the large smilodon coming but she had been so focused on everything else that was going on that she hadn't really been paying attention to the sound of metal scrapping against metal as a thick body of armor moved in her direction. Or the sound of heavy paw steps that seemed just a bit off because of a broken appendage. But she supposed it was just how she was acting currently. But the moment he said her name her eyes of deep imperial topaz shifted away from the others and the world seemed to fall away. Her chest ached and she suddenly felt horrible, not because of herself but because of what she might have put Wash through. He was already suffering so much and she knew this. Probably better than some of the others that were around here. Her small paws shifted then against the grass as her obsidian body seemed to blend in to the night atmosphere. It was almost as if she was withdrawing away from him but the opposite was happening as she suddenly quickly walked up to him to press her head up against his leg. A deep shuddering breath left her small frame as she squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to convey her feelings through her actions. She may be terrible with everything else but she cared about her team, she cared about her friends. "Sorry, Wash...." She murmured out sweetly, her voice just a gentle breath against his fur before she stepped back and looked up at him.
Though she didn't focus too much on the other as someone else spoke and she didn't know if she believed the words from Suite. Was it really that good to have her back? The last time she was around she had caused all manners of grief if she recalled and none of that had really changed. But the black serval didn't recoil from the words and instead she took them wholeheartedly because she didn't want to think negatively at the moment. A short but kind smile appeared upon her liquor stained lips before it was gone and she dipped her head a little bit. "I would have to say the same. I still don't understand how but...I guess being alive is better than being dead." Yet her words were hesitant, tinged with worry about the circumstances in which she had been given this new life. A tiredness clung to her limbs and she slowly sank back to her haunches then. Her muzzle parted and in the darkness a glint of sharp teeth could be seen before the weapons were hidden again and sharp eyes met the form of Roy. Her head tilted a bit as he asked his question and she felt the need to snap at him but she forced herself to stay reigned in. It was only a question and she curled her tail around her paws before shrugging her shoulders a bit as if it didn't bother her even though it really did. "I wouldn't even begin to be able to tell you. This world is...looping me I guess."
It didn't take long though before she almost recoiled from spoke up and she turned her head toward the leader of this place. She'd never had love for Bastille and she often questioned his leadership skills. Perhaps she was a little harsh but she also felt that he needed to be firmer with how things were ran around here. Yet, she knew she was better off talking to a brick wall in some ways or rather, she had no place in saying anything. After all she was no member here and merely lived among them doing her own separate duties and trying to make the most of what she had been given. And she'd been given another chance to do what she needed. Perhaps a way to start over? She doubted that greatly but here went nothing right. Sighing lightly the woman shifted herself and looked away from the male, eyes narrowing just a bit. "If that makes you sleep better at night then sure. Although I don't think I'm a different version of myself. Still the same old Carolina..." At least she hoped and her voice carried just the smallest amount of amusement through all of words before she glanced out of the corner of her eye to Bastille.
Though she didn't focus too much on the other as someone else spoke and she didn't know if she believed the words from Suite. Was it really that good to have her back? The last time she was around she had caused all manners of grief if she recalled and none of that had really changed. But the black serval didn't recoil from the words and instead she took them wholeheartedly because she didn't want to think negatively at the moment. A short but kind smile appeared upon her liquor stained lips before it was gone and she dipped her head a little bit. "I would have to say the same. I still don't understand how but...I guess being alive is better than being dead." Yet her words were hesitant, tinged with worry about the circumstances in which she had been given this new life. A tiredness clung to her limbs and she slowly sank back to her haunches then. Her muzzle parted and in the darkness a glint of sharp teeth could be seen before the weapons were hidden again and sharp eyes met the form of Roy. Her head tilted a bit as he asked his question and she felt the need to snap at him but she forced herself to stay reigned in. It was only a question and she curled her tail around her paws before shrugging her shoulders a bit as if it didn't bother her even though it really did. "I wouldn't even begin to be able to tell you. This world is...looping me I guess."
It didn't take long though before she almost recoiled from spoke up and she turned her head toward the leader of this place. She'd never had love for Bastille and she often questioned his leadership skills. Perhaps she was a little harsh but she also felt that he needed to be firmer with how things were ran around here. Yet, she knew she was better off talking to a brick wall in some ways or rather, she had no place in saying anything. After all she was no member here and merely lived among them doing her own separate duties and trying to make the most of what she had been given. And she'd been given another chance to do what she needed. Perhaps a way to start over? She doubted that greatly but here went nothing right. Sighing lightly the woman shifted herself and looked away from the male, eyes narrowing just a bit. "If that makes you sleep better at night then sure. Although I don't think I'm a different version of myself. Still the same old Carolina..." At least she hoped and her voice carried just the smallest amount of amusement through all of words before she glanced out of the corner of her eye to Bastille.