04-03-2019, 10:43 PM
So in a perfect world, she would have stopped at the border. Waited for some probably apex predator to show up, give her name and say she was joining, and everything would be gumdrops and rainbows. But why on earth would she do that? That was no fun. That didn't poke the bear at all; show who was really in power here. Now don't get her wrong. She knew exactly how these small civilizations work. She had been a high contributing member in one for a year or two before it disbanded quickly after she left. Huh. its amazing how that works. She felt responsible for taking that monstrosity down. She remembered their rocky relationship with The Typhoon. and... maybe she started it, considering she was the one that screamed at one of their apprentices. whoops. well. either way, she was asking for it. who the heck comes out of nowhere and starts reading minds, anyways? wasnt that against the law or something?
either way...
cry whined as she swooped down under the canopy of the jungle, reaching a talon up to scratch at her face. her eyes were killing her. how long has she been flying? flying with a full suit of leather armor on wasn't easy! who the heck made this again? one of the kids in snowbound. the one with the funny accent. she couldn't remember at the moment. the little crow sighed, shaking her head. she couldn't give up now. she was almost there! ... almost there... almost ....
where was she going again?
hell if she knew, honestly. she had been trapped in this world for nearly two years now. ... has it been two years? four? one??? who cares time is a social structure anyways. she had given up on finding home ages ago. that scar had healed. it was still tender, but it was healed; unable to be picked at and tore open anymore. She still missed her m- wait has she passed that tree already? Cry turned her head around to look at a leafbare tree, tilting her head. She could have sworn she saw that tree eighty seven frames ago! was there a loop here? ooohh she did not have the time nor energy to deal with one of those right n-
ACCCQQQKCK the crow cried out, slamming face first into the very solid tree right in front of her. Cry stayed there comically for a few moments before starting her decent down to the swamp floor. She hit ... one... two... four branches on her way down, before she collapsed on the dirt with a sickening CRACK. Cry winced, swallowing down any sort of yelp or scream that wanted to escape her throat. Tears bunched up in her eyes. No no no not again. The crow whined, using her good wing to force herself to her feet. She wouldn't be doing this again. Cry stared down at her broken wing, the right one this time, tears breaking the surface of her eyes. She swayed on her feet. She was... just so exhausted... and in so much pain.... She wobbled on her feet, eyes falling shut as she fell to the floor again.
.... not... again.........
"SPEECH"