08-08-2019, 09:38 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]From what she had seen of her collection of things that resided in her own little house in the territory, Moth had discovered that her sticks and a few other things were somehow lessening by the day. She wasn't too completely sure as to how this was happening - it could be a ghost of some sort for all she knew - but it was not something that she liked. Too afraid to actually go and discover what, exactly, it was that was making it that her collections were disappearing - it could be anything - the small island fox decided that it was best to go out on her own and venture into the territory as she did most days in search of something that she could add to her collection. So, bad across her shoulders, and tail clean of any debris that usually resided there, the creature would head out, one paw in front of the other, as she had done in the month or so she had resided in Tanglewood.
Having found a few sticks - though not any that she liked - Moth decided to keep on venturing into the territory, ears pricked and eyes wide in case of any signs for sticks that she'd like, or even something more, the skeleton of a smaller creature such as a lizard, perhaps, or even something so much as an odd creature that was cute in one way or another, something that wasn't scary. The thought of so many different possibilities that could potentially pop out in front of her caused the girl's heart to skip a beat and she'd quickly hop forward excitedly, a smile springing to her maw as soon as she had done so.
There was more venturing forth, and soon enough, the girl was in an area of the group that she lived in that she did not recognize, and, for a moment, it caused fear to wrap it's claws around her heart. She remembered her promise to herself and decided that it would be better for her to continue on, ignore the fear, the bad thoughts of what could go wrong that resided in her mind, and instead decided to try and focus on better things. Sticks she could find, treasures, oh so many treasures, and it kept her happy and content, until she stepped down, and suddenly felt something around her ankle, and eyes would widen.
A deep breath came in through the mouth quickly, and a small noise came from the female as she was suddenly hung up into the air, upside down, ankle caught tightly in a rope. "H-help!" The timid girl would squeak out, breathing become labored as she began to panic, twisting around in an effort to escape, only making things worse as she quickly began to run out of breath from the struggle. "Someone, help! P-please!" She would finally call out, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she had done so, "I need help! Mikolaj, Crow! Someone! Please." She would lastly cry, the tears now finally falling onto the soggy ground of the marsh that covered the territory.
Having found a few sticks - though not any that she liked - Moth decided to keep on venturing into the territory, ears pricked and eyes wide in case of any signs for sticks that she'd like, or even something more, the skeleton of a smaller creature such as a lizard, perhaps, or even something so much as an odd creature that was cute in one way or another, something that wasn't scary. The thought of so many different possibilities that could potentially pop out in front of her caused the girl's heart to skip a beat and she'd quickly hop forward excitedly, a smile springing to her maw as soon as she had done so.
There was more venturing forth, and soon enough, the girl was in an area of the group that she lived in that she did not recognize, and, for a moment, it caused fear to wrap it's claws around her heart. She remembered her promise to herself and decided that it would be better for her to continue on, ignore the fear, the bad thoughts of what could go wrong that resided in her mind, and instead decided to try and focus on better things. Sticks she could find, treasures, oh so many treasures, and it kept her happy and content, until she stepped down, and suddenly felt something around her ankle, and eyes would widen.
A deep breath came in through the mouth quickly, and a small noise came from the female as she was suddenly hung up into the air, upside down, ankle caught tightly in a rope. "H-help!" The timid girl would squeak out, breathing become labored as she began to panic, twisting around in an effort to escape, only making things worse as she quickly began to run out of breath from the struggle. "Someone, help! P-please!" She would finally call out, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she had done so, "I need help! Mikolaj, Crow! Someone! Please." She would lastly cry, the tears now finally falling onto the soggy ground of the marsh that covered the territory.