04-06-2020, 06:25 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; max-width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]Kids were tiring, and whoever said not was a dirty liar. Moth was exhausted from looking after her own kids at night, making sure they were ok, making sure that nothing bad would happen to them for as long as possible. The older the kids got the more she realized, too, that so many of her own kids were sick, and the more it caused worry in the female's heart. Had she done something wrong when she'd been pregnant? Had it been the kick to the stomach she'd received when she'd come back from the Pitt? Thoughts swirled in her head, the longer inside the longer they swirled.
So she'd step out into the swamp in an attempt to clear her head.
Eyes flicked around her as Moth went out in search of a place to sit, a place to think all to herself. It had been so long since she'd been able to do such a thing, and she missed it. It was dark now, so books were out of the question, but simply sitting? She could do that. She could sit and think and breathe in the smell of the swamp, listen to the sounds of nature. Or so she thought.
The squelch of mud, the heavy breathing of a large creature coming her way. Ears pricked and Moth's head shot up, trying to pinpoint the direction before she stood just a second too late to get completely out of the way. Used to the docile nature of the crocodiles in the past winter, she'd forgotten about them, and soon found herself face to face with a smaller one as it lunged towards her, grabbing and ripping into her shoulder before jaws opened and slammed down onto her ear.
And everything hurt.
[[this was rushed, but don't answer until [member=6881]aurum.[/member] posts]]
So she'd step out into the swamp in an attempt to clear her head.
Eyes flicked around her as Moth went out in search of a place to sit, a place to think all to herself. It had been so long since she'd been able to do such a thing, and she missed it. It was dark now, so books were out of the question, but simply sitting? She could do that. She could sit and think and breathe in the smell of the swamp, listen to the sounds of nature. Or so she thought.
The squelch of mud, the heavy breathing of a large creature coming her way. Ears pricked and Moth's head shot up, trying to pinpoint the direction before she stood just a second too late to get completely out of the way. Used to the docile nature of the crocodiles in the past winter, she'd forgotten about them, and soon found herself face to face with a smaller one as it lunged towards her, grabbing and ripping into her shoulder before jaws opened and slammed down onto her ear.
And everything hurt.
[[this was rushed, but don't answer until [member=6881]aurum.[/member] posts]]