I WAS NEVER MEANT TO FIGHT ON MY OWN // Serendipity

perfection is found.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

Serendipity padded along with a soft bounce to her steps, eyes closed as she hummed a simple melody. A satchel rested along her side, the weight almost comforting to the cheetah. She was currently on her way back home from gathering a few herbs in one of the many meadows that rested in the Band's territory. Her mind was filled with thoughts of organizing her home the second she got back, where she would put what and what should stay where it already is.

Her thoughts came to a halt when her eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of someone sitting up on a cliff. Confusion caused her brows to furrow and curiosity leaving her to move up the cliff. She made out the form of Ares as she drew closer, she wondered what the other was doing up here all alone. Serendipity made her way up to the top, making her footsteps a bit heavier as to not startle Ares with her arrival. "Are you okay?" she asked softly the second she was close enough.

in accepting your imperfections.
the band of arrick. -- cheetah.

credit @/teef