08-28-2019, 09:46 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Moth, at the beginning of the day, had thought that it would be a good day to go out and explore. She hadn't been to the junk yard in a while, and last time she was there, the female had only stayed for a second before deciding to leave, the big piles of junk too much for her smaller frame the last time she had been there. Padding out of her small hut of a house, the female began to make her way down to the junk yard, ears pricked and eyes open just in case she was to meet someone and ask if they wanted to come with her.
Turned out she wouldn't have to.
By the time she had gotten to the edge of the junk yard, she noticed Selby and Crow standing there, and soon enough Moth found her way over to them, steps slowing as a sudden stench washed over her, eyes widening as she took note of why the two were so still, Selby talking to himself and Crow so silent. There was a body. Usually she would have thought of them okay at the sight of death - they had lived long enough to see some she was sure - but she didn't think that it would effect them as much as it had. "Crow? Selby?" The leopard would speak, taking a step forward as soon as she had, "Guys, are you ok?" Obviously they weren't, and it freaked her out a bit.
She needed to do something to try and help them, but what? She wasn't sure. They knew who the body belonged to somehow, but Moth didn't know how they would have known her. As far as she knew Selby and Crow didn't have any other family, but she hadn't ever asked. "Guys you need to just b-breathe okay? Take a step back, look away. Don't just stand there, it's shock." She had been through shock before, when she had watched her dad die, and her mother had held her then, and she had started crying, the stench of sick and death washing over her. So she'd try and do the same to the two smaller males before her, padding forward she would aim to wrap herself around them in such a way that would resemble a hug, trying to get them out of their panic.
Turned out she wouldn't have to.
By the time she had gotten to the edge of the junk yard, she noticed Selby and Crow standing there, and soon enough Moth found her way over to them, steps slowing as a sudden stench washed over her, eyes widening as she took note of why the two were so still, Selby talking to himself and Crow so silent. There was a body. Usually she would have thought of them okay at the sight of death - they had lived long enough to see some she was sure - but she didn't think that it would effect them as much as it had. "Crow? Selby?" The leopard would speak, taking a step forward as soon as she had, "Guys, are you ok?" Obviously they weren't, and it freaked her out a bit.
She needed to do something to try and help them, but what? She wasn't sure. They knew who the body belonged to somehow, but Moth didn't know how they would have known her. As far as she knew Selby and Crow didn't have any other family, but she hadn't ever asked. "Guys you need to just b-breathe okay? Take a step back, look away. Don't just stand there, it's shock." She had been through shock before, when she had watched her dad die, and her mother had held her then, and she had started crying, the stench of sick and death washing over her. So she'd try and do the same to the two smaller males before her, padding forward she would aim to wrap herself around them in such a way that would resemble a hug, trying to get them out of their panic.