03-28-2022, 11:13 PM
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Bonnie had never been one to get her hands dirty. She avoided drama like the plague and the only action she'd seen was in the aftermaths. She was the clean up crew to people like Blackjack. There to stitch up the loose ends.
It was in this avoidance that she found herself plagued by instances that were better suited for one of Blackjacks calibre. In which she fell prey to those who found her seeming innocence fun, until it wasn't. The more she refused the higher the tensions.
In order to avoid these situations she ran. Group to group. Lonely road to lonelier road. She'd hoped that this time it would be different. That these people would see. That they would keep her safe.
That was the trust she was displaying today as she confronted the horned panther. Trust that this time would be different. Still as Blackjack appeared behind her, the scent of fresh blood wafting her way she couldn't help but tense. Ears markedly perked, swiftly swiveling her entire body to the larger feline.
"Blackjack, hi." she spoke just as rushed as her outward appearance. Eyes roving over his form she found the dead rabbit in his grasps, raven perched on his back. Another breath, she relaxed. "I just wanted to speak with you for a minute. I hope I'm not intruding," she sat back on her haunches, then reaching back to her pack to pull out a ripe fruit. "I brought this for Oscuro" placing the orange on the ground and nudging it with his snout so it might roll towards the two creatures her opposite.
It was in this avoidance that she found herself plagued by instances that were better suited for one of Blackjacks calibre. In which she fell prey to those who found her seeming innocence fun, until it wasn't. The more she refused the higher the tensions.
In order to avoid these situations she ran. Group to group. Lonely road to lonelier road. She'd hoped that this time it would be different. That these people would see. That they would keep her safe.
That was the trust she was displaying today as she confronted the horned panther. Trust that this time would be different. Still as Blackjack appeared behind her, the scent of fresh blood wafting her way she couldn't help but tense. Ears markedly perked, swiftly swiveling her entire body to the larger feline.
"Blackjack, hi." she spoke just as rushed as her outward appearance. Eyes roving over his form she found the dead rabbit in his grasps, raven perched on his back. Another breath, she relaxed. "I just wanted to speak with you for a minute. I hope I'm not intruding," she sat back on her haunches, then reaching back to her pack to pull out a ripe fruit. "I brought this for Oscuro" placing the orange on the ground and nudging it with his snout so it might roll towards the two creatures her opposite.
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