08-12-2018, 12:34 PM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Her experience with the Bounders had been one of blood and pain, watching as one of their members had been tormented for no reason beyond the enjoyment of seeing another in pain. The child had left the scene quickly, queasy at the sight of blood though by some ironic twist of fate her work was with injuries and making sure blood stayed within the body, her next the tense interaction between the one who had given them supplies as a peace offering. As for her father – or, well, father-in-law – she had heard nothing of his connection to Snowbound nor his status as their former leader, such had escaped her.
It had become oddly common to find Aita wandering close to the tracks as though she was simply waiting for someone or thing to approach, though what even she might never speak of for she had no real clue what drew her back, simply following her whims where ever they may take her. No different was this day as the darkly toned bengal found her steps drawn once more to the stone gate, a gentle hum parting her lips, though this time she held a purpose. Hitting her side with each step her satchel was partially filled with a mixture of various herbs found within this part of the island and she sought some common to the railroad but no other place, only to find her progress was impeded.
“Don't mind as long as ya got somefin ya need an ain't an enemy,” the sage spoke with a sharp tone as she came to stop by Captainpaw, gaze flicking between the two strange canines, curious as to what their purpose was.
It had become oddly common to find Aita wandering close to the tracks as though she was simply waiting for someone or thing to approach, though what even she might never speak of for she had no real clue what drew her back, simply following her whims where ever they may take her. No different was this day as the darkly toned bengal found her steps drawn once more to the stone gate, a gentle hum parting her lips, though this time she held a purpose. Hitting her side with each step her satchel was partially filled with a mixture of various herbs found within this part of the island and she sought some common to the railroad but no other place, only to find her progress was impeded.
“Don't mind as long as ya got somefin ya need an ain't an enemy,” the sage spoke with a sharp tone as she came to stop by Captainpaw, gaze flicking between the two strange canines, curious as to what their purpose was.