06-23-2019, 06:35 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px;"]Blood was not something that Moth was unfamiliar to, she knew of blood, and knew where it came from, and had seen much of it in her life so far, no matter the length of the life being talked about, though she had never seen blood in a way such as this, scrawled across the side of a wall of an abode. When waking up that morning, the small fox had decided that it would be a good day, one where she would explore and gather things that she would like to keep, and make sure her own place, her new place of living, was a place that she liked, a place that she was interested in and would want to stay in if scared or nervous - a home, if one would.
What was not on her list of good things to do today - or good any other day for that matter - was walking around the camp ready to leave, only for the stench of blood to draw her somewhere else in worry, only to see it was something that was a word on a wall. The female could not read the word - or any words for that matter - but as it was something written in blood of all things, she could only assume that it was something bad or a warning of some kind. A prank did not cross her mind, and as she didn't know what other groups smelled like, or smell anything other than the blood at this point, thoughts swamped her mind of things that it could mean, groups that could have done it, and tried to figure out what she should do.
Though nothing crossed her mind, other than to speak some words, some few simple words. "There's blood on the wall, it says a thing." She would speak out to no one in particular before she turned to look over at Beck, a face she had rarely seen in her month of being here, though she guessed she hadn't been out much either. "What does it say? What do we do?" She was confused, and failed to notice the sign that it was Beck who had done this.
What was not on her list of good things to do today - or good any other day for that matter - was walking around the camp ready to leave, only for the stench of blood to draw her somewhere else in worry, only to see it was something that was a word on a wall. The female could not read the word - or any words for that matter - but as it was something written in blood of all things, she could only assume that it was something bad or a warning of some kind. A prank did not cross her mind, and as she didn't know what other groups smelled like, or smell anything other than the blood at this point, thoughts swamped her mind of things that it could mean, groups that could have done it, and tried to figure out what she should do.
Though nothing crossed her mind, other than to speak some words, some few simple words. "There's blood on the wall, it says a thing." She would speak out to no one in particular before she turned to look over at Beck, a face she had rarely seen in her month of being here, though she guessed she hadn't been out much either. "What does it say? What do we do?" She was confused, and failed to notice the sign that it was Beck who had done this.