I didn't think we were hunting for blood out here.
[ or food for that matter, but those sorts of observations are best left for the privacy of her little group of teammates here, her wilderness companions, and not strange men in menacing masks that she's still not entirely sure isn't some kind of a vision. the glowing eyes in the dark really did captivate her attention.
still, she doesn't really expect that some kind of message or prophecy will come alongside casual references to bambi if nothing else, so maybe it's best to move on. the wilderness doesn't speak to her back in her own wilds, it stands to reason that this one won't either. ]
Lottie. [ offered up freely, a prey animal in an otherwise unthreatened habitat with no knowledge of how to fear a predator. maybe too trusting, or maybe it's just that lottie is unconcerned by what events will play out here. she's a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, after all.
it is an interesting thing though, the proximity to a hunter coming with it the vague itch of a desire to place the mask back on her face. she turns it over in her hands a few times, thumb pressing idly to the sharp point of a horn, raises it a little, but she doesn't slip it over her head again, not yet. ] Who are you?
no subject
[ or food for that matter, but those sorts of observations are best left for the privacy of her little group of teammates here, her wilderness companions, and not strange men in menacing masks that she's still not entirely sure isn't some kind of a vision. the glowing eyes in the dark really did captivate her attention.
still, she doesn't really expect that some kind of message or prophecy will come alongside casual references to bambi if nothing else, so maybe it's best to move on. the wilderness doesn't speak to her back in her own wilds, it stands to reason that this one won't either. ]
Lottie. [ offered up freely, a prey animal in an otherwise unthreatened habitat with no knowledge of how to fear a predator. maybe too trusting, or maybe it's just that lottie is unconcerned by what events will play out here. she's a firm believer in everything happening for a reason, after all.
it is an interesting thing though, the proximity to a hunter coming with it the vague itch of a desire to place the mask back on her face. she turns it over in her hands a few times, thumb pressing idly to the sharp point of a horn, raises it a little, but she doesn't slip it over her head again, not yet. ] Who are you?