12-01-2018, 11:55 PM
In all honesty, Harue hadn't cared about the Typhoon one bit. They weren't heroic. They were bloody and cruel and Harue hated them. She hadn't seen anything with her own eyes, of course -- but she knew. The kitten put a little too much credence in rumors, as it seemed.
The kitten snorts, scrabbling off of her father's back. "Okay!" Harue doesn't voice her opinions, landing in the mud with a soft splat. She doesn't mind being dirty, but she still regards the mud that coats her wings near immediately with some disdain as she shakes it out fruitlessly. ... Whatever. "They'll be here soon, right?" She looks up at her father, tail swishing through the mud. She didn't want to wait long. She wanted to explore. She wanted to see just who these people thought they were. They could never be as heroic as her, of course, but she had some standards, at least.
The kitten snorts, scrabbling off of her father's back. "Okay!" Harue doesn't voice her opinions, landing in the mud with a soft splat. She doesn't mind being dirty, but she still regards the mud that coats her wings near immediately with some disdain as she shakes it out fruitlessly. ... Whatever. "They'll be here soon, right?" She looks up at her father, tail swishing through the mud. She didn't want to wait long. She wanted to explore. She wanted to see just who these people thought they were. They could never be as heroic as her, of course, but she had some standards, at least.
"very selfish ghosts" —-- harue / tanglewood / misc.
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