04-29-2018, 01:05 PM
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Granted, she used to be a lot worse, but her time alone had forced her to sharpen these skills. She had become trained at seeing the hidden. She was good at finding what was wrong with the scene around her. Or, well, she was at one point. Since joining her new home, she had admittedly let go of these skills. It was not that she had meant to, but she had anyway. This place was safe, so why need them?
Perhaps this reason was why Suiteheart didn't think anything of the circle of leaves and sticks. In fact, when she saw the struggling bird, everything else fled from her mind. This poor creature was suffering, and that was no way to be - even for a prey item. The white feline knitted together nonexistent eyebrows and stepped forward. She continued forward until she was next to the bird.
The observer craned her neck to finish the job, but when she did, the floor beneath her wobbled. A few of the sticks and leaves and dirt began falling. Suiteheart froze. 'What the fuck...?' As more and more covering began to fall, she grew increasingly worried. She knew this was a trap, but if she moved now, she would fall through.
"Uh... Can I get some fucking help?" she called, making her voice as loud as she could. Maybe someone would come along.
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Granted, she used to be a lot worse, but her time alone had forced her to sharpen these skills. She had become trained at seeing the hidden. She was good at finding what was wrong with the scene around her. Or, well, she was at one point. Since joining her new home, she had admittedly let go of these skills. It was not that she had meant to, but she had anyway. This place was safe, so why need them?
Perhaps this reason was why Suiteheart didn't think anything of the circle of leaves and sticks. In fact, when she saw the struggling bird, everything else fled from her mind. This poor creature was suffering, and that was no way to be - even for a prey item. The white feline knitted together nonexistent eyebrows and stepped forward. She continued forward until she was next to the bird.
The observer craned her neck to finish the job, but when she did, the floor beneath her wobbled. A few of the sticks and leaves and dirt began falling. Suiteheart froze. 'What the fuck...?' As more and more covering began to fall, she grew increasingly worried. She knew this was a trap, but if she moved now, she would fall through.
"Uh... Can I get some fucking help?" she called, making her voice as loud as she could. Maybe someone would come along.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE