04-01-2018, 10:29 PM
The way this stranger spoke to london made the girl just the slightest bit uneasy. Sure, she was rather naive and youthful, but the girl wasn't so young that she appreciated baby talk. The appearance of Cry was rather strangely comforting though, even if London had not yet interacted much with the bird. It was a welcome notion, and maybe by some chance they could be her first friend, as this stranger proved to be a bit difficult to befriend. "It's London, miss. What might your name be?" the girl would answer, her soft voice laced in her British accent. She tried her best to relax, believing that this stranger was not attempting to give off the strange vibes that seemed to slowly fill the girl with unease.
Then came Killua, speaking of a typhoon? Oh, was that another clan? By the stranger's response, it seemed she'd gotten it right, wow, look at that. Go London! Though, what was with Killua's strange laugh then? It seemed as if he knew something about this group that she didn't but then again, that was blatantly obvious. If only she could know what he what was going on in his head, she could always ask, but it seemed incredibly rude to interrupt their conversation. Maybe another time? They resided within the same clan, so it shouldn't be too hard to speak with the boy. He was pretty mysterious too, like this Typhooner? Was that what they called themselves? Well, it didn't particularly matter. And this Tanglewood that the lady mentioned, that was probably another clan too? It sure did seem like it, from the way she spoke. Typhoon and Tanglewood, those were both such lovely names.
Oh, but it seemed she had been sucked into her thoughts, no longer paying attention to the strange woman. As a shout rang within the albino feline's ears, she couldn't help but jump, her eyes going wide. Oh, but alas, it was already too late now. She should have been paying attention. She managed to hide her neck, but claws slashed across her monochrome chest, spilling blood rather quickly and profusely. Oh no. Oh no, this was not good, this was not good at all. "I don't know what I did but I'm sorry!" the girl would apologize, legs shaking. So much... so much blood.
Her mother had warned her of this once. That there was something wrong with her, but she shouldn't worry too much, because Mum was always going to be there to protect her. Well, where was Mum now? And why was she bleeding so much, surely this wasn't normal? Of course it wasn't. What was it called again, Hemo... philia? Hemophilia, yeah, that was it. She wasn't normal at all, her blood was different. It couldn't form clots as easily, which meant she would continue to bleed profusely until someone was able to help her. Oh dear. Why would anyone who seemed rather nice, albeit weird, do such a thing? It was rather hurtful, not just in terms of the injury, but also the girl's feelings.
Then came Killua, speaking of a typhoon? Oh, was that another clan? By the stranger's response, it seemed she'd gotten it right, wow, look at that. Go London! Though, what was with Killua's strange laugh then? It seemed as if he knew something about this group that she didn't but then again, that was blatantly obvious. If only she could know what he what was going on in his head, she could always ask, but it seemed incredibly rude to interrupt their conversation. Maybe another time? They resided within the same clan, so it shouldn't be too hard to speak with the boy. He was pretty mysterious too, like this Typhooner? Was that what they called themselves? Well, it didn't particularly matter. And this Tanglewood that the lady mentioned, that was probably another clan too? It sure did seem like it, from the way she spoke. Typhoon and Tanglewood, those were both such lovely names.
Oh, but it seemed she had been sucked into her thoughts, no longer paying attention to the strange woman. As a shout rang within the albino feline's ears, she couldn't help but jump, her eyes going wide. Oh, but alas, it was already too late now. She should have been paying attention. She managed to hide her neck, but claws slashed across her monochrome chest, spilling blood rather quickly and profusely. Oh no. Oh no, this was not good, this was not good at all. "I don't know what I did but I'm sorry!" the girl would apologize, legs shaking. So much... so much blood.
Her mother had warned her of this once. That there was something wrong with her, but she shouldn't worry too much, because Mum was always going to be there to protect her. Well, where was Mum now? And why was she bleeding so much, surely this wasn't normal? Of course it wasn't. What was it called again, Hemo... philia? Hemophilia, yeah, that was it. She wasn't normal at all, her blood was different. It couldn't form clots as easily, which meant she would continue to bleed profusely until someone was able to help her. Oh dear. Why would anyone who seemed rather nice, albeit weird, do such a thing? It was rather hurtful, not just in terms of the injury, but also the girl's feelings.
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