I'M THINKING ABOUT IT | {OPEN, PROMPT, STUCK?}

[london r.]

Strength was something London had never really judged herself on. In all the stories she'd read the princesses were either pathetically weak or moderately strong, but she wouldn't know where to place herself on such a vague scale. Strength could be measured in so many different ways, it was honestly just confusing. She was pretty average with most everything in her opinion, but if it came to fighting she had no technique. She was a moderate hunter, but she only killed something if it was necessary. She had a different kind of strength, one that was not violent, but one that could likely be modified into something violent with the right training. You see, London was good at climbing. It was to be expected of a feline, but there was just something special about clouded leopards when it came to climbing. Certain adaptations that she had allowed her to run down a tree like a squirrel, and so she supposed that she was strong when it came to something like that. Balance was also an important attribute of her physique, however unless she was focused on staying upright the girl was actually rather clumsy. Not quite her strong suit.

But after hearing a scream, the girl found herself running in it's direction. She wasn't sure what may have happened, and she did not know any way that she may possibly be able to help, but that didn't matter. She'd figure it out when she got there. Jacob's voice soon hit her ears, as it seemed he had arrived a moment before her, but his words were rather shocking. Killua?! The fear and worry she felt intensified after she heard that name. After all, not only was the albino serval her friend, but he also wasn't the type of person who usually needed help. That meant something terrible had to have happened, and London could not stand those thoughts. There was no way she could just stand by and do nothing, not if her friend was in danger. So, as the girl arrived at the scene, she was surprised to find that Killua had been a little clumsy too. At least that's how it appeared to be, as she doubted the boy would purposely fall into a ravine.

For a moment, relief fluttered within the girl's heart. So it wasn't anything actually too serious. However, the smell of blood told her that was not true. He was in quite a bit of trouble after all. The girl would easily conjure up a sturdy piece of rope, one long enough to be of use, or so she hoped. "This should do the trick." the girl would say, wearing an uncertain smile. There was no doubting the shakiness that the girl held herself with, as this was a rather dire situation. "You will be able to pull him up right, if I can get this rope around him?" the girl would ask, her British accent seeming thicker than it usually was, probably just because of her nervousness. The girl had no doubt in her abilities to climb down the ravine, she'd climbed up the walls of the gas station when she was barely a month old, so this shouldn't be too hard. She just hoped killua would be able to hang on long enough.