10-04-2018, 04:09 PM
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KIIRA
TANGLEWOOD
ROOKIE
TANGLEWOOD
ROOKIE
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Hard to say what happened. Perhaps the circumstances never truly changed. The child did not have a hold on herself. ̸H̶e̶r̴e̴ ̴o̵r̴ ̶t̷h̸e̵r̶e̷. B̵a̵c̷k̵ ̶a̵n̸d̶ ̵f̸o̵r̶t̷h̵. Corporal. Noncorporal. One second on the ground, the next in a tree. Then after. Gone with the wind. Wandering. Lost. Just as confused as an adrift spirit. Nothing to hold her. No answers. No memories.
The child - still a child, always a child - found herself tired. Alone. Tears leaving snow-white cheeks damp. How long had it been? A moon? Two? The change of a season? Did it make a difference? The arctic fox remained the same. Scrawny. Exhausted. One paw there, the other gone. Or perhaps the other way around. Maybe it was her tail this time.
Physical or not, Kiira hangs on to something. A memory. A feeling. Connection. Safety. Safety in numbers? Numbers frightened her. Numbers outnumbered her. Better alone? No.
The little vixen had wandered here before. Swamp. Slick mud. Moist air. The humidity clings to her fur. Familiar. Tanglewood. Yes. Live here. Her lips quivered. Do I? What if they did not want her? How useful could she be? "H-hello?" Don't care. W̶h̴a̷t̴'̶s̵ ̴t̵h̵e̷ ̴u̶s̵e̶ ̵i̷n̷ ̸c̸a̷r̵i̵n̷g̴?̴
[/td][/tr][/table]The child - still a child, always a child - found herself tired. Alone. Tears leaving snow-white cheeks damp. How long had it been? A moon? Two? The change of a season? Did it make a difference? The arctic fox remained the same. Scrawny. Exhausted. One paw there, the other gone. Or perhaps the other way around. Maybe it was her tail this time.
Physical or not, Kiira hangs on to something. A memory. A feeling. Connection. Safety. Safety in numbers? Numbers frightened her. Numbers outnumbered her. Better alone? No.
The little vixen had wandered here before. Swamp. Slick mud. Moist air. The humidity clings to her fur. Familiar. Tanglewood. Yes. Live here. Her lips quivered. Do I? What if they did not want her? How useful could she be? "H-hello?" Don't care. W̶h̴a̷t̴'̶s̵ ̴t̵h̵e̷ ̴u̶s̵e̶ ̵i̷n̷ ̸c̸a̷r̵i̵n̷g̴?̴
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