MICKEY MANTLE HAD LEFT ON A SUNDAY / birthday

[Ares]

LET'S START A WAR!

Ares. Female. Tanglewood. Child.

If Ares could remember the threat she was under before being dropped at Tanglewood, she probably would have been too scared to leave. And too thankful to forget it. She never knew of the subjugation she would have faced, the path fate put for the war-child. But she was alive, even if she would never know how it happened, or who placed her in the swamps. She was alive, and she was happy for it.

Sore shoulders rolled softly as she walked tanglewood, covered in her golden little blanket. It was only recently that she discovered the tiger that resided as a prisoner, even if she didn't know it. Seeing her in such a state, and still going, put a spark of inspiration in her. If the tiger could make it with a missing leg and weak body, the small kitten could push past anything.

Gently she padded to GoldenLuxury and Salvia, a hesitation in her step. The backwards memory of Dazir was still there, and would probably stay. The kitten looked at the tigress, ear twitching for a moment, before she smiled gently and looked up at her. "Hi.. I'm... Ares."

"Speech"

#psychosocial.