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Vibrantly snow white, the petite vixen felt uneasy. Her thick winter coat shielded her from any cold she may have felt in the dead of night, but it also shone as a beacon. As a simple comfort, it did get slightly in the way of the blue sash she'd tied around her neck like as a tightly secured bandana.
In the dark, her unmatched hues gleamed. It was almost too dark to see. Almost. Keeping one paw in front of the other, Kiira weaved around the edges of the cemetery. Her constantly-alert ears perked, flicking in the directions of noise. Two attempts. She began putting some distance between them.
Just don't glitch, please, she willed herself. Or if she had to, let it be when she needed to; let it help her. She didn't want to lose tonight. Not as one of the older members of Tanglewood. Not when she should have been here the last time, had she not been confined in a Pittian cell. But definitely not from a result of a glitch.
She just had to last the night.
But the night was terribly dark and she thought the gravestones may be folding in on her. No. Breathe.
Her paw steps were light and her body relatively small, albeit seemingly thicker than normal due to her winter coat. She would wait behind a few gravestones for now, listening. When all her other senses played tricks on her, and her mind conjured unreasonable fears, she could trust her sharp ears to catch the truth. She wasn't about to let someone sneak up on her tonight.
[/td][/tr][/table]In the dark, her unmatched hues gleamed. It was almost too dark to see. Almost. Keeping one paw in front of the other, Kiira weaved around the edges of the cemetery. Her constantly-alert ears perked, flicking in the directions of noise. Two attempts. She began putting some distance between them.
Just don't glitch, please, she willed herself. Or if she had to, let it be when she needed to; let it help her. She didn't want to lose tonight. Not as one of the older members of Tanglewood. Not when she should have been here the last time, had she not been confined in a Pittian cell. But definitely not from a result of a glitch.
She just had to last the night.
But the night was terribly dark and she thought the gravestones may be folding in on her. No. Breathe.
Her paw steps were light and her body relatively small, albeit seemingly thicker than normal due to her winter coat. She would wait behind a few gravestones for now, listening. When all her other senses played tricks on her, and her mind conjured unreasonable fears, she could trust her sharp ears to catch the truth. She wasn't about to let someone sneak up on her tonight.
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