05-13-2018, 11:15 AM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ [abbr=physically hard ♕ mental defense ➵ extreme ♕ mental offense ➵ none]tags[/abbr]
Lil felt hollow, cold, alone. Her twin souls were gone. They were the only family she had ever known in this world. She didn’t know what happened to them, she only knew that she worries greatly for them, and hoped with every fiber of her being that they would return to her soon. She was so, so lonely. Even in the Typhoon she had yet to genuinely click with someone, but she believed that to be her fault as well. Lil was undoubtedly reserved, and kept herself guarded from almost everyone. A side-effect from having become a well known killer was the deep set paranoia. Every shuffle in the dark, every odd smell, every little thing that could be interpreted as a potential threat had her hair raised and attention set to locating the source of the distraction.
When her name was called, Lil turned— the voice was soft, and she was in the Typhoon. She was okay.
However, Beatrice looked to be the contrary.
"Bea— oh gosh, you’re really roughed up." Lil said, turning and jumping to one of her shelves. She pulled out some marigold, a poppy plant, a stick and some bandages. Gathering the supplies into a pouch, save the stick which she held in her mouth. Making her way back to Beatrice, she pushed over a rock so that the other could elevate her leg some. "Tanglewood is at war with us currently. I haven’t encountered them personally, but by the looks of it, the rumors of them being low-lying scumbags seem to be true." She lashed her tail, prompting for the other to bring her leg up. "I’ll let Pincher know, if you want. He’ll make sure they don’t touch you again."
When her name was called, Lil turned— the voice was soft, and she was in the Typhoon. She was okay.
However, Beatrice looked to be the contrary.
"Bea— oh gosh, you’re really roughed up." Lil said, turning and jumping to one of her shelves. She pulled out some marigold, a poppy plant, a stick and some bandages. Gathering the supplies into a pouch, save the stick which she held in her mouth. Making her way back to Beatrice, she pushed over a rock so that the other could elevate her leg some. "Tanglewood is at war with us currently. I haven’t encountered them personally, but by the looks of it, the rumors of them being low-lying scumbags seem to be true." She lashed her tail, prompting for the other to bring her leg up. "I’ll let Pincher know, if you want. He’ll make sure they don’t touch you again."