11-29-2020, 03:58 PM
It had been a while since Sweeney had seen her best friend, him having left some time ago to go back to the place he had been born at. Sweeney had known that he would leave her eventually, the thought having occurred more than once when his mother had risen from the grave, though she knew it wasn't permanent. Atticus had promised that if anything happened to him and if he was in danger at all, he would come straight back home to the Pitt. She knew how the other groups thought and dealt with those that resided in the desert, and hadn't though that they would take too kindly to the boy whom had run away from home.
She'd be surprised just how wrong she had been when she would find out later, what, exactly, had happened in the few weeks he had been gone.
Coming to a stop beside the border of the swamp, the kitsune would wrinkle her nose slightly at the smell, the soft tinge of the marsh mixed with something else, something that was slightly familiar though she couldn't put her finger on it. Little did she know that it was the familiar smell of the group that Stryker had come from, and having only met him once she hadn't put it too much into her memory.
For now though, Sweeney would put it out of her mind, and she would simply sit down, trying to remain calm and seem as though she was no threat. Of course, she hadn't come here to cause anything but she herself had been born in the Pitt, so any grudges those in Tanglewood would have were more or less targeted towards her - especially with her last name - than they would have been with Atticus. "Hello?" She would call out into the quiet swamp, "My name's Sweeney... I'm Atticus's friend. I just wanted to see him." To make sure he was okay.
She'd be surprised just how wrong she had been when she would find out later, what, exactly, had happened in the few weeks he had been gone.
Coming to a stop beside the border of the swamp, the kitsune would wrinkle her nose slightly at the smell, the soft tinge of the marsh mixed with something else, something that was slightly familiar though she couldn't put her finger on it. Little did she know that it was the familiar smell of the group that Stryker had come from, and having only met him once she hadn't put it too much into her memory.
For now though, Sweeney would put it out of her mind, and she would simply sit down, trying to remain calm and seem as though she was no threat. Of course, she hadn't come here to cause anything but she herself had been born in the Pitt, so any grudges those in Tanglewood would have were more or less targeted towards her - especially with her last name - than they would have been with Atticus. "Hello?" She would call out into the quiet swamp, "My name's Sweeney... I'm Atticus's friend. I just wanted to see him." To make sure he was okay.
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