03-31-2021, 08:24 AM
She knew of death but she had never really truly died. Despite what had happened when her body had changed form that had not been a true death. It had been partial as her body reformed itself and caged her soul once again. She didn't see anything and after a time she had stopped feeling the pain of her melted and burning figure. It had been planned or so she felt like it had been. Something out of her control. And it had changed her as well. The lioness couldn't feel the same about the death of Vigenere as everyone else had been. It did hit her with a sense of loos considering he was the one that had left her join Tanglewood when she had first gotten here. She blamed a lot of others for his death that happened at the gathering. Their bullheadedness and open willingness to put the leaders lives in danger when they had nothing to help them gain the upper hand had damned Vigenere to his death. Stryker held all the cards and those that had attacked had been foolish.
But when she had met him, she had been an outside and still was. She followed him because that seemed to be the right thing to do. The normal thing. It helped her find her place and she had sought to do her best here. To live by their laws and by their standards. It was hard because everything was so strange. And then he died. There was nothing but sorrow over the committed crime and she felt anger. As she walked along the path through the swamp her gaze snapped up when she witnessed Moth rushing by and away from something. Her head cranes to follow the woman and she was about to call out when she heard a commotion that was nearby. Whatever it was had made the Reaper rush off and she supposed she should check herself.
Frowning slightly the pale predator made her way forth with her paint figure easily slipping along the swampy grounds. It wasn'tong before she came upon the scene. Arrow in disbelief and Atbash in tears. Herself, she didn't know how to feel about the situation and so she just stood there. Staring in the back ground. The dead often came back here. Not at her home. They stayed dead but here they treated it like a fleeting presence. Her ears pulled back slightly but she was still there and still visible to the world. "He came back. She is..." She was what? Happy? Euphoric? She felt something but she wasn't sure what it was. A small smile pulled at her muzzle then as she stepped up to lightly brush against Arrow. To try and ground the king cheetah. "Tanglewood is very happy to have him back. A lot has happened..."
But when she had met him, she had been an outside and still was. She followed him because that seemed to be the right thing to do. The normal thing. It helped her find her place and she had sought to do her best here. To live by their laws and by their standards. It was hard because everything was so strange. And then he died. There was nothing but sorrow over the committed crime and she felt anger. As she walked along the path through the swamp her gaze snapped up when she witnessed Moth rushing by and away from something. Her head cranes to follow the woman and she was about to call out when she heard a commotion that was nearby. Whatever it was had made the Reaper rush off and she supposed she should check herself.
Frowning slightly the pale predator made her way forth with her paint figure easily slipping along the swampy grounds. It wasn'tong before she came upon the scene. Arrow in disbelief and Atbash in tears. Herself, she didn't know how to feel about the situation and so she just stood there. Staring in the back ground. The dead often came back here. Not at her home. They stayed dead but here they treated it like a fleeting presence. Her ears pulled back slightly but she was still there and still visible to the world. "He came back. She is..." She was what? Happy? Euphoric? She felt something but she wasn't sure what it was. A small smile pulled at her muzzle then as she stepped up to lightly brush against Arrow. To try and ground the king cheetah. "Tanglewood is very happy to have him back. A lot has happened..."