So the little guy hadn't been up for being dinner. Fair enough. Probably should have tried to hit it from a distance, but she'd learned her lesson, hadn't she? Knocked clean out by a...what was it, a rodent? Something like that.
She was waking up now, regardless, staring up at the sky and groggily coming around to what exactly had laid her out. Well, it wasn't the worst place she could remember waking up in. Small miracles. Her hands slowly scrabbled at the foliage nearby as she hoisted herself unsteadily upwards. Remembering with some degree of difficulty how legs were supposed to function, she squints around at her surroundings. No overgrown chipmunk nearby, and no recollection of which direction she'd come from.
That about figured.
There was also a gnawing sense of...hunger? No. Not quite right. Well, yes, hunger in the sense that she definitely wanted something to chew on. Hang on. Feels like there's a wire being crossed somewhere. Shaking her head and grimacing as she plucked a tiny loose twig from her hair, she starts off in a direction that seems correct. Footsteps and noise mean people.
Yeah. She could definitely use a people right about now. And possibly something to wash this weird taste out of her mouth.
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So. Who's handling the booze situation and what do you want for it?
no subject
So the little guy hadn't been up for being dinner. Fair enough. Probably should have tried to hit it from a distance, but she'd learned her lesson, hadn't she? Knocked clean out by a...what was it, a rodent? Something like that.
She was waking up now, regardless, staring up at the sky and groggily coming around to what exactly had laid her out. Well, it wasn't the worst place she could remember waking up in. Small miracles. Her hands slowly scrabbled at the foliage nearby as she hoisted herself unsteadily upwards. Remembering with some degree of difficulty how legs were supposed to function, she squints around at her surroundings. No overgrown chipmunk nearby, and no recollection of which direction she'd come from.
That about figured.
There was also a gnawing sense of...hunger? No. Not quite right. Well, yes, hunger in the sense that she definitely wanted something to chew on. Hang on. Feels like there's a wire being crossed somewhere. Shaking her head and grimacing as she plucked a tiny loose twig from her hair, she starts off in a direction that seems correct. Footsteps and noise mean people.
Yeah. She could definitely use a people right about now. And possibly something to wash this weird taste out of her mouth.
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So. Who's handling the booze situation and what do you want for it?
Wildcard
[ Whatever you please, hit me up. ]