Why Should I? IP: 184.76.44.131 Posted on June 1, 2014 at 08:50:05 PM by Juniper
I've left the comforts of home once more and it's been slightly irritating having my sisters on my back for a few days. All I wanted was to leave so my anxiety would go down, but I guess not everyone got that so called privaledge I guess. Doesn't matter anymore, I'm done being on the back burner and done having everyone step over my hide. Gracefully my sandy frame jumped over fallen trees and the occasional roots of implanted, alive ones. If I had known were I was exactly going I wouldn't have appeared here. Of all places a lovey dovey river is the last place I'd want to be.
Then again here I was and I didn't want to stay long. As I turned to leave the heavy smell of blood hit my nares, causing my ears to perk up in slight concern. Who was dying now? Not someone she knew, that's for sure. With some hesitation I turned in the direction of the irony smell and laid sight on a trail of crimson. Made my job easier to find them I suppouse. Following the trail the scents became stronger and stronger, then finally the source was found. A group of three was squished together, still trying to move forward, are they idiots? With a sigh my ears pressed to my head tightly and I approached them. Voice calling out cracked. You know... you'll bleed out if you keep moving. If you want I could help, but if not I'll be on my way. Yes, if they refused her help she wouldn't hesitate to leave them behind and go about her business. Replies:
