Her eyes were strained to the ocean as she was lost in thought, the water brushing up against her paws with each wave that entered the shore. Her guard had been let down for a few moments and in those few moments it was enough for someone to sneak up behind her. The sounds of pawsteps completely went above her head until finally the voice spoke out, her eyes widening and in and instant she was on her guard again. The Pitt had left her with so much paranoia and distrust that she even forgot sometimes that she was free and that no one would hurt her here, often thinking as though she was still a slave in the Pitt under his command. Under Snapdragon's command.
Mynthe whirled around to face her supposed attacker, claws sliding from their guarded sheaths with her lips churned up in a snarl. She was already ready to leap, muscles bunched up to make her jump, until she saw the slightly familiar face of Goldenluxury. For a moment her bewildered eyes took in the sight to make sure she was actually seeing Goldenluxury. Within seconds she felt a lot calmer though still on edge, suspicion lacing her movements as she eyed the bengal Captain, keeping her guard up. Whether or not she was in the Pitt anymore didn't concern her. As far as she was aware, anyone could be a bad person and anyone could try to hurt her. In her mind, as nice as she seemed, Goldenluxury was not above this and Mynthe would watch her closely.
For a few moments the thylacine said nothing, her eyes looking over the feline. It was as obvious as day that she was in pain and it made Mynthe wonder why she would even be outside in this condition. The first thing that came to mind however was Goldenluxury being sent to try and kill her, that paranoia instilling itself back inside her mind. Her calmer eyes turned into narrowed ones as she peered up at the woman. She would allow her to speak for now, but was reluctant to stay any longer than she had to.
The questions the Captain gave out registered in her mind slowly, Mynthe taking time to dissect each word for some possible hidden meaning, doing this also for the tone of her voice. Finally when the silence had prevailed long enough, she spoke out a few words. "Am fine." She grumbled out, accent overtaking. She kept her eyes trained on the body of Goldenluxury. Her response was short and straight to the point, her head turning to look over towards the forest occasionally in an effort to try and escape from the conversation. Another thought then entered her mind as to if she had found out about her stealing the tikki and was coming back to take it from her. The thought made her less paranoid but rather enraged, angry at the fact that someone would try to take something back from her. It was hers to find, it belonged to her now. Though she knew she couldn't be certain of this, so the marsupial would wait for now to see if this was truly her motive.
Like Goldenluxury, her time in the Pitt gave long-lasting effects to her. She had developed a overwhelming sense of mistrust and fear, claustrophobia due to always being in enclosed spaces, even the deep scar on her back right after her shoulders. The Pitt was no home to Mynthe and never would she yearn to go back. At first when she spoke the first few words of her last sentence, confusion could be seen as her expression, that was until she finished the sentence as to which she understood what the Captain was talking about. For a moment she allowed silence to live on once again before she finally spoke back in response. "Am better here, more comfortable here." She spoke in response, voice holding a tone that was a bit annoyed. "Already can tell better than Pitt. Will adjust." With this sentence her annoyance had faded as a sigh parted her lips. She was still weary about the Captain, but she was slowly starting to calm down a bit and realize that she was not in any danger.
Mynthe whirled around to face her supposed attacker, claws sliding from their guarded sheaths with her lips churned up in a snarl. She was already ready to leap, muscles bunched up to make her jump, until she saw the slightly familiar face of Goldenluxury. For a moment her bewildered eyes took in the sight to make sure she was actually seeing Goldenluxury. Within seconds she felt a lot calmer though still on edge, suspicion lacing her movements as she eyed the bengal Captain, keeping her guard up. Whether or not she was in the Pitt anymore didn't concern her. As far as she was aware, anyone could be a bad person and anyone could try to hurt her. In her mind, as nice as she seemed, Goldenluxury was not above this and Mynthe would watch her closely.
For a few moments the thylacine said nothing, her eyes looking over the feline. It was as obvious as day that she was in pain and it made Mynthe wonder why she would even be outside in this condition. The first thing that came to mind however was Goldenluxury being sent to try and kill her, that paranoia instilling itself back inside her mind. Her calmer eyes turned into narrowed ones as she peered up at the woman. She would allow her to speak for now, but was reluctant to stay any longer than she had to.
The questions the Captain gave out registered in her mind slowly, Mynthe taking time to dissect each word for some possible hidden meaning, doing this also for the tone of her voice. Finally when the silence had prevailed long enough, she spoke out a few words. "Am fine." She grumbled out, accent overtaking. She kept her eyes trained on the body of Goldenluxury. Her response was short and straight to the point, her head turning to look over towards the forest occasionally in an effort to try and escape from the conversation. Another thought then entered her mind as to if she had found out about her stealing the tikki and was coming back to take it from her. The thought made her less paranoid but rather enraged, angry at the fact that someone would try to take something back from her. It was hers to find, it belonged to her now. Though she knew she couldn't be certain of this, so the marsupial would wait for now to see if this was truly her motive.
Like Goldenluxury, her time in the Pitt gave long-lasting effects to her. She had developed a overwhelming sense of mistrust and fear, claustrophobia due to always being in enclosed spaces, even the deep scar on her back right after her shoulders. The Pitt was no home to Mynthe and never would she yearn to go back. At first when she spoke the first few words of her last sentence, confusion could be seen as her expression, that was until she finished the sentence as to which she understood what the Captain was talking about. For a moment she allowed silence to live on once again before she finally spoke back in response. "Am better here, more comfortable here." She spoke in response, voice holding a tone that was a bit annoyed. "Already can tell better than Pitt. Will adjust." With this sentence her annoyance had faded as a sigh parted her lips. She was still weary about the Captain, but she was slowly starting to calm down a bit and realize that she was not in any danger.
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