12-21-2018, 10:01 PM
All she could think about was the treatment of the Pitt, how it was so different from how the Typhoon was treating her. She was used to not being allowed to eat whenever, only small portions of prey that now led up to the effect of her thin and starved frame, but here she was allowed to hunt and eat whenever. Then was the lack of slaveowners. Mynthe was completely used to being bossed around, having someone to tell her what to do at all times of the day, but it seemed as though here everyone was equal and that would be no longer a thing for her. Still, even knowing this she was still weary and every step she took was hesitant and long before taking another. Commonly she would even look over her shoulder in an act of distrust, paranoia contaminating the very beings of her head. She could feel the fears of having someone sneak up behind her, that fear constantly in her heart.
Mynthe was walking down the shoreline, her paws pressing within the sand as her eyes darted from side to side. In her jaws held a wooden tikki, once she had stolen not too long ago. While she did feel guilty half the time for stealing things from innocent people, she couldn't control nor resist her urges. She didn't want to steal, no, she needed to steal. Thankfully however, she was able to resist enough to only steal meaningless items, items that the owner wouldn't care about parting with. She had found this tikki on the beach outside one of the beach houses, just sitting there and begging to be stolen. So, she took it and took off in the dead of night.
She had no house to call her own yet, all the houses too cramped for her to stay in. As such, she stayed within the trees of the small jungle, sleeping in them. She even had one specifically marked that she thought was a lot more comfy than the rest of them. Her paws began to lead her off the bay and into the jungle as to which her eyes darted around alarmingly before she continued on her way through. Her jaws tightened around the wooden tikki as she picked up her pace, a few moments passing and her finding the tree she had marked. Instantly her paws got to work, digging into the ground and dirt beneath the tree, tearing up the defenseless terrain. With the hole, Mynthe dropped the tikki in and began to close it back up, the girl taking a step back and giving a drained sigh. Already she could feel a bit of guilt seeping in but she chose to try and ignore it, turning away from the buried tikki and beginning to make her way back to the shoreline in hopes of finding something else that she could steal.
Her paws guided her along the shoreline, ears up for any sounds in blatant alarm. It would take her a while to warm up to the Typhoon and realize that it wasn't like the Pitt, but for now she would stay on edge. She knew that one person here, Goldenluxury, had formerly been a slave in the Pitt as well. While it did feel good to not be alone in a situation like that, she still couldn't help the harsh feelings of mistrust built inside her.
Mynthe was walking down the shoreline, her paws pressing within the sand as her eyes darted from side to side. In her jaws held a wooden tikki, once she had stolen not too long ago. While she did feel guilty half the time for stealing things from innocent people, she couldn't control nor resist her urges. She didn't want to steal, no, she needed to steal. Thankfully however, she was able to resist enough to only steal meaningless items, items that the owner wouldn't care about parting with. She had found this tikki on the beach outside one of the beach houses, just sitting there and begging to be stolen. So, she took it and took off in the dead of night.
She had no house to call her own yet, all the houses too cramped for her to stay in. As such, she stayed within the trees of the small jungle, sleeping in them. She even had one specifically marked that she thought was a lot more comfy than the rest of them. Her paws began to lead her off the bay and into the jungle as to which her eyes darted around alarmingly before she continued on her way through. Her jaws tightened around the wooden tikki as she picked up her pace, a few moments passing and her finding the tree she had marked. Instantly her paws got to work, digging into the ground and dirt beneath the tree, tearing up the defenseless terrain. With the hole, Mynthe dropped the tikki in and began to close it back up, the girl taking a step back and giving a drained sigh. Already she could feel a bit of guilt seeping in but she chose to try and ignore it, turning away from the buried tikki and beginning to make her way back to the shoreline in hopes of finding something else that she could steal.
Her paws guided her along the shoreline, ears up for any sounds in blatant alarm. It would take her a while to warm up to the Typhoon and realize that it wasn't like the Pitt, but for now she would stay on edge. She knew that one person here, Goldenluxury, had formerly been a slave in the Pitt as well. While it did feel good to not be alone in a situation like that, she still couldn't help the harsh feelings of mistrust built inside her.
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