01-17-2020, 11:26 PM
She had been pretty much tied to her bed since she came back. She had been stuffed inside a house, hidden away from the sun so her slight wounds and malnourishment could heal. It was awful, to say the least. Being stuck inside that stuffy house, doors closed, the only visitors healers and those that heard she had returned and wanted to say hi. Was that all she was, just another task, another errand to run in a day?
No, she was better then this. The haunting realization she had lost her higher up position, her esteemed help had faded to nothing and her reputation was soiled. Ears flat, fur fluffed up against the cold and a healthier, more filled out face met the streets, heading towards where her home, at least, used to be. She didn't know what she'd do if she wasn't there anymore, if someone had taken her space- despite it being.. rather torn up. Rather Very Torn Up. Her eyes winced, no, flinched and made her head turn at the soiled disposition of it.
Slowly, her green eyes shifted back towards the small rancher. She sighed gently. It was a single level house, and she stepped forward, rolling her shoulder a little bit. Her scratches were healed up, and she was feeling okay. She could tackle this. It was a couple days of work that she set herself upon. Between tearing vines away from the base of the house, all the way up to the second tallest window, to touching up paint- that was a mess, Sam was still covered in paint spots- and bringing away the torn planks on the windows.
She glanced around inside. It still needed work. But it was presentable, livable. She'd make it. Sam stepped back outside with a solid sigh, stretching out her limbs. Were those buds on the nearest tree?
"SPEECH"
No, she was better then this. The haunting realization she had lost her higher up position, her esteemed help had faded to nothing and her reputation was soiled. Ears flat, fur fluffed up against the cold and a healthier, more filled out face met the streets, heading towards where her home, at least, used to be. She didn't know what she'd do if she wasn't there anymore, if someone had taken her space- despite it being.. rather torn up. Rather Very Torn Up. Her eyes winced, no, flinched and made her head turn at the soiled disposition of it.
Slowly, her green eyes shifted back towards the small rancher. She sighed gently. It was a single level house, and she stepped forward, rolling her shoulder a little bit. Her scratches were healed up, and she was feeling okay. She could tackle this. It was a couple days of work that she set herself upon. Between tearing vines away from the base of the house, all the way up to the second tallest window, to touching up paint- that was a mess, Sam was still covered in paint spots- and bringing away the torn planks on the windows.
She glanced around inside. It still needed work. But it was presentable, livable. She'd make it. Sam stepped back outside with a solid sigh, stretching out her limbs. Were those buds on the nearest tree?
"SPEECH"
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO