10-10-2020, 11:15 PM
Medusa
A soft sigh escaped her scaled lips, her gaze, too, drifting to the boardwalk. There was something.. off about it to her. It didn't seem safe, brought an unpleasant feeling to her chest. Like she'd been somewhere familiar to it before. Medusa shook her head gently, "I would feel better making my own den outside of camp, close enough so that I can hear when a meeting or announcement is called. I feel safer when I'm not surrounded by other dens, for some reason. Instinct, I suppose." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug. Was it really just instinct, or did she truly feel unsafe among so many judging bodies? She didn't know, so she didn't say.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗