03-20-2018, 10:07 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Hestia has never felt this agitated in her life. She's lost -- she's been lost for weeks. And so yeah, she's scared, so what. She's never spent this long without some sort of guardian -- granted, Hestia didn't remember her mom. Just -- Amunet, mostly. Her mentor. Who was Hestia's mom, anyways? Because at this point, Hestia would take that disappointment of a parental figure over being alone.
Even with the feeling of desolation clinging tight under her fur, Hestia continues marching on. She looks -- pissed, for lack of better words. Her teeth are partially bared and claws unsheathed, but even with all this, there's little tears in her eyes. She'd gotten a lead -- and she knew where Amunet was, now. She'd managed to beat the word out of enough people to solidify it, though just barely -- Amunet hadn't been outside of Tanglewood often, it seemed.
As the scenery gradually melds into swampland, the little snow leopard marches on anyways. She can't help but feel a little -- hurt. Amunet was here, but she hadn't even tried to give Hestia any clues? Hestia couldn't fend for herself. She wasn't good at fighting, especially with how small she was now. She was surprised she was still even able to bully information out of people, considering her newly found lack of intimidation. Granted, she hadn't been all that intimidating even then, all she had over anyone was her size and her claws. Now all she had were her claws and her words, sharp and biting as can be.
A scent reaches Hestia, but she keeps on marching. Not strong enough, she needs to be deep enough in that somebody will hear her. She's filthy by this point, covered with filth all the way up to her belly -- and her front half, of course. She'd slipped quite a few times. In any case -- Hestia is here. Tanglewood. And Amunet is here, she's sure of it. Hestia scowls as she stops, somewhere fairly distant from the border. Good enough.
"Amunet!" Hestia screams at the top of her lungs. She doesn't care who she attracts anymore -- any other members of Tanglewood would be fine, they could bring her Amunet. Predators? Just kill her already, why don't they. The snow leopard cub is shaking where she stands, covered in filth, and a little tear slips down her face. Her breath is ragged, and her face is twisted in some horrifying mix of pure rage, and absolute devastation. As is the way of Hestia, it seemed. "Amunet, I know you're here!" Hesta somehow manages to make her voice louder, but her throat is already starting to ache, just a little. She doesn't really care, though, she just wants Amunet to be here, thanks. She's sick and tired of being on her own. (at this point in time, hestia is crying. she doesn't seem to notice, though that might be because she's absolutely pissed, as per usual, and lost in her thoughts and feelings)
Even with the feeling of desolation clinging tight under her fur, Hestia continues marching on. She looks -- pissed, for lack of better words. Her teeth are partially bared and claws unsheathed, but even with all this, there's little tears in her eyes. She'd gotten a lead -- and she knew where Amunet was, now. She'd managed to beat the word out of enough people to solidify it, though just barely -- Amunet hadn't been outside of Tanglewood often, it seemed.
As the scenery gradually melds into swampland, the little snow leopard marches on anyways. She can't help but feel a little -- hurt. Amunet was here, but she hadn't even tried to give Hestia any clues? Hestia couldn't fend for herself. She wasn't good at fighting, especially with how small she was now. She was surprised she was still even able to bully information out of people, considering her newly found lack of intimidation. Granted, she hadn't been all that intimidating even then, all she had over anyone was her size and her claws. Now all she had were her claws and her words, sharp and biting as can be.
A scent reaches Hestia, but she keeps on marching. Not strong enough, she needs to be deep enough in that somebody will hear her. She's filthy by this point, covered with filth all the way up to her belly -- and her front half, of course. She'd slipped quite a few times. In any case -- Hestia is here. Tanglewood. And Amunet is here, she's sure of it. Hestia scowls as she stops, somewhere fairly distant from the border. Good enough.
"Amunet!" Hestia screams at the top of her lungs. She doesn't care who she attracts anymore -- any other members of Tanglewood would be fine, they could bring her Amunet. Predators? Just kill her already, why don't they. The snow leopard cub is shaking where she stands, covered in filth, and a little tear slips down her face. Her breath is ragged, and her face is twisted in some horrifying mix of pure rage, and absolute devastation. As is the way of Hestia, it seemed. "Amunet, I know you're here!" Hesta somehow manages to make her voice louder, but her throat is already starting to ache, just a little. She doesn't really care, though, she just wants Amunet to be here, thanks. She's sick and tired of being on her own. (at this point in time, hestia is crying. she doesn't seem to notice, though that might be because she's absolutely pissed, as per usual, and lost in her thoughts and feelings)
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