Cry puffed, tilting her head where she spotted the two a fair distance away. Why was everyone just showing up? Coming and going? ... She supposed this place was like a little home. Akin to a town of a village, it reminded her fondly of her home in Cliffside. Of course, this place would never steal her heart's throne as 'home', but she had to admit... It was... reassuring to see something even similar to it. Cry was thrown for a loop when she was transported here with no rhyme or reason. How she missed her friends and family. Her mom and dad and their constant draw of trouble and shenanigans. Her sugary sweet brother and his love of music. Her underground family and their constant scheming for a better world. She even missed the hounds, despite how loud and big they were. The raven huffed, her chrest and wings puffing up in thought. She shook her head, calming back down. There was no reason to get upset. Not now.
The raven opened her good wing, hopping down from the low branch she was resting in. She often hid away from the rest of the camp, feeling vulnerable in her weakened state. She did not want to be around anyone stronger than her. She was headstrong, but not moronic. She picked her battles wisely and did not approach situations she did not have a chance of winning. Tha was just logic. She normally would not approach this... beast... at all. This typhoon lady. (What kind of name of a home was 'typhoon' anyways?) The Typhoon was the pit of hell that demented creature crawled out of to harm London in some sort of a sick, twisted joke. A raven never forgets. Cry hopped up to Jacob's side, puffing up and hissing at the intruder.
Jacob seemed oblivious. Why was he simply greeting this monstrosity?? The raven turned up to him, cocking a brow. She huffed and rolled her eyes, laxing slightly. He was dumb, but not unintelegent. He was the only fool in this god damned place that knew she was smarter than she let on (She didn't take those acting lessons as a sprout for nothing!). Cry turned back to Argus, glaring at her. She was not off the hook that easily.
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The raven opened her good wing, hopping down from the low branch she was resting in. She often hid away from the rest of the camp, feeling vulnerable in her weakened state. She did not want to be around anyone stronger than her. She was headstrong, but not moronic. She picked her battles wisely and did not approach situations she did not have a chance of winning. Tha was just logic. She normally would not approach this... beast... at all. This typhoon lady. (What kind of name of a home was 'typhoon' anyways?) The Typhoon was the pit of hell that demented creature crawled out of to harm London in some sort of a sick, twisted joke. A raven never forgets. Cry hopped up to Jacob's side, puffing up and hissing at the intruder.
Jacob seemed oblivious. Why was he simply greeting this monstrosity?? The raven turned up to him, cocking a brow. She huffed and rolled her eyes, laxing slightly. He was dumb, but not unintelegent. He was the only fool in this god damned place that knew she was smarter than she let on (She didn't take those acting lessons as a sprout for nothing!). Cry turned back to Argus, glaring at her. She was not off the hook that easily.
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