11-05-2018, 07:57 PM
As blind as Delilah now was, she did a good damn job of keeping up with new faces interloping in these glades, though it’d be in her best interest to stop, ere she naively wanders into the powerful jaws of a stalwart alligator - better yet, another one of Beck’s leftover traps. Her blindness, paired alongside the peculiar dismay that overwhelmed her whenever a man was on the premises, would not bode well for her well-being at all. And, how was the medic supposed to assess her clients’ infections and wounds if her eyes were as useful as a mute’s micstand? A pity - she had a bunch of potential to her name. Or who knows? Perhaps she’d magically have her eyesight restored by some happy fairy shit?
But for now, it was time to look to someone else, a new face for potential. Possibly this young one, the small feline which the pink cat had tried conversing with. He must’ve had a lot of courage in that little body of his to just run off into a swamp like that. Yet, would equivalent bravery present itself while in the occupation of Leroy, a canine whose height triumphed most of Tanglewood? Who knows. Not willing to frighten off a new face, but at the same time interested in the creature’s existence, he’d approach the deuce, to park himself to the rear of Delilah’s prosthetic limb. The canine did not speak, though he’d nod in encouragement, as if he was ensuring the child’s safety. If here was to become his new home sweet home, he’d have to feel a little welcomed, first.
But for now, it was time to look to someone else, a new face for potential. Possibly this young one, the small feline which the pink cat had tried conversing with. He must’ve had a lot of courage in that little body of his to just run off into a swamp like that. Yet, would equivalent bravery present itself while in the occupation of Leroy, a canine whose height triumphed most of Tanglewood? Who knows. Not willing to frighten off a new face, but at the same time interested in the creature’s existence, he’d approach the deuce, to park himself to the rear of Delilah’s prosthetic limb. The canine did not speak, though he’d nod in encouragement, as if he was ensuring the child’s safety. If here was to become his new home sweet home, he’d have to feel a little welcomed, first.