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Independent. The tiny wildcat was a quiet and solitary soul. Kept to herself in-between work. Rarely raised her voice. Rarely sought out her friends (if they wanted to hang out, they could approach her). Didn't mind spending time with others but... Liked her space.
Unsurprisingly, Keona had no companions. No pets. Didn't feel fully comfortable with the concept. Didn't want to share her space like that. Preferred the solitude of her room. Unshared; except by Salem, on nights they discussed books.
That may be her way, but her cousin, Suvi, did have a companion. A very stubborn and independent raven. Fiachra. Who had a habit of following Suvi's family on occasion. Simply out of curiosity... Or of mischievous intent... It was hard to tell at times. He roamed freely. He tormented just as freely.
Following a recent bout of entertainment in the Pitt, Fiachra had discovered the messy property of paint. Found more. Covered his talons in the liquid once again. Dripping blue down from the sky and right onto an unsuspecting dealer.
Keona's sightless hues flashed. Confused. Had been listening to the waves before the raven's sudden drive-by. Ears perking. Irritation hidden by pure bewilderment. "Fiachra?" Where did you get paint?
The raven cawed in response. Seemingly proud of his sneaky assault. Still covered in blue paint. Dripping onto the sand as he landed.
[/td][/tr][/table]Unsurprisingly, Keona had no companions. No pets. Didn't feel fully comfortable with the concept. Didn't want to share her space like that. Preferred the solitude of her room. Unshared; except by Salem, on nights they discussed books.
That may be her way, but her cousin, Suvi, did have a companion. A very stubborn and independent raven. Fiachra. Who had a habit of following Suvi's family on occasion. Simply out of curiosity... Or of mischievous intent... It was hard to tell at times. He roamed freely. He tormented just as freely.
Following a recent bout of entertainment in the Pitt, Fiachra had discovered the messy property of paint. Found more. Covered his talons in the liquid once again. Dripping blue down from the sky and right onto an unsuspecting dealer.
Keona's sightless hues flashed. Confused. Had been listening to the waves before the raven's sudden drive-by. Ears perking. Irritation hidden by pure bewilderment. "Fiachra?" Where did you get paint?
The raven cawed in response. Seemingly proud of his sneaky assault. Still covered in blue paint. Dripping onto the sand as he landed.
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