04-03-2018, 01:06 PM
This was a very interesting group. A lynx, a domestic canine, and a fox. Interesting. From her perch on one of the various bushes around camp, she could see they had a family-like relationship; the lynx being the mother. She could not exactly hear what the three were saying from the distance, but she could see the blue female search her larger children over. It was... kinda funny to watch, honestly.
It reminded her too much of her own family back home. Ace always harped at her for following in his footsteps, claiming that just because he did something stupid doesn't mean she should. She chuckled at the memories. She missed her mom. He was a very free creature, unable to staple down to the ground. Because he would... literally get up around it. ... His liquid form always did confuse her. But hey. If you grew up in a family of ten-foot dogs, crystal plants, and liquid huemans, you'd learn to deal with it as well. They truly were a group of oddballs. She loved her oddballs. And she missed them very much.
The raven sighed as she started to climb down. She was still broken and torn, but she was not down. And she sure as hell wasn't out. Cry's legs were not broken. She could still walk, and she could still watch over this place. She would do anything in her power to prevent another attack upon an innocent heart like London. Cry huffed as she padded up to the group. She said nothing, as she normally stayed silent. She just watched. Cry tilted her head, raising a brow. What were they doing here anyways? Was this a leasurely strole through the winter tundra and forest ? She found that very unlikely.
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It reminded her too much of her own family back home. Ace always harped at her for following in his footsteps, claiming that just because he did something stupid doesn't mean she should. She chuckled at the memories. She missed her mom. He was a very free creature, unable to staple down to the ground. Because he would... literally get up around it. ... His liquid form always did confuse her. But hey. If you grew up in a family of ten-foot dogs, crystal plants, and liquid huemans, you'd learn to deal with it as well. They truly were a group of oddballs. She loved her oddballs. And she missed them very much.
The raven sighed as she started to climb down. She was still broken and torn, but she was not down. And she sure as hell wasn't out. Cry's legs were not broken. She could still walk, and she could still watch over this place. She would do anything in her power to prevent another attack upon an innocent heart like London. Cry huffed as she padded up to the group. She said nothing, as she normally stayed silent. She just watched. Cry tilted her head, raising a brow. What were they doing here anyways? Was this a leasurely strole through the winter tundra and forest ? She found that very unlikely.
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