02-12-2020, 09:47 PM
Currently, Sweeney was Noor's favourite sibling. She had proved her loyalty when Mercede accused Noor of not acting 'lady' enough, and basically told the white-pelted bitch to stick her beliefs up her ass. Such a stouthearted gesture garnered the cross fox's interest, and thus, she saw her sister - who was only older by a factor of mere seconds - as someone worth sticking by. Hence, when Sweeney left the nursery today and pursued the unknown, Noor trailed after her. She had a good track record when it came to finding fun, so tagging along might be a beneficial move.
Many inklings formed within the confines of Noor's mind as to what she'd find with Sweeney. Maybe treasure, or perhaps a delicious snack? Oh, she'd absolutely kill for some ice cream right about now. What she didn't expect to discover, however, was a man. A wounded man, at that. He lay on the ground in pain, she observed, and had his wounds tended to by none other than Gael. At this discovery, pity for this sorry soul began brewing in her tummy. Gael came off as nothing more than a pussy-ass bitch. He ran away when she was performing for everyone to see, so the likelihood of him running away from an injured person was high. So she prepared to take his place for when he inevitably fled the scene.
"What's your name?" she asks abruptly, not pausing to consider his current condition and how it may affect his ability to respond. "Oh- and I'd be careful if I were you. The person who is 'healing' you is not to be trusted."
Many inklings formed within the confines of Noor's mind as to what she'd find with Sweeney. Maybe treasure, or perhaps a delicious snack? Oh, she'd absolutely kill for some ice cream right about now. What she didn't expect to discover, however, was a man. A wounded man, at that. He lay on the ground in pain, she observed, and had his wounds tended to by none other than Gael. At this discovery, pity for this sorry soul began brewing in her tummy. Gael came off as nothing more than a pussy-ass bitch. He ran away when she was performing for everyone to see, so the likelihood of him running away from an injured person was high. So she prepared to take his place for when he inevitably fled the scene.
"What's your name?" she asks abruptly, not pausing to consider his current condition and how it may affect his ability to respond. "Oh- and I'd be careful if I were you. The person who is 'healing' you is not to be trusted."