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Where the moon is made of gold, - RIP Umbra - September 21, 2020

Umbra told @Sunhawk of her moving to this particular place. It was another cliff, and while not the one she preferred, it was still desirable. Away from the dead forest, but alongside another dead area. The area rose suddenly, and made going up difficult- however she did find a series of caverns and crevasses to hide in. It seemed like a perfect area for the two to settle for the meanwhile, especially with her injuries.

The seafang forgot if he held any, as the man fell hard into the water. More focused on herself, she would sometimes want to ask but refrained. Being open was not something she was good at, nor' being 'friendly.' Sunhawk was the extent of her 'friendliness,' and then again, she owed him so.

The place in particular was also very voided of life. The trees had long been dead, but regardless, there was The Senintels for hunt. She also found a particular way to get down to the beach on this coast through the caverns.. It seemed quite a few areas to explore within.. But she couldn't move too far, and instead sat at the edge of the cliff, peering down for now. Her fur soaking into the sun.



RE: Where the moon is made of gold, - Conquest - September 24, 2020

She had spent a lot of time on her own after being abandoned by the mountain pack a while ago. Leaving them just as quickly to find her own route. Things were tough, but she was far bigger now. Those awkward paws growing to fit her just right - and though she had not quite finished growing yet, it was barely noticeable at this point. The little fireball was now more than capable to care for herself now.

As she wandered the coast, fur twinkling as the sun caught the golden blades that shimmered from her still aging pelt. Food was the only thing that kept her going these days. The next meal to fill her belly, would it come today or tomorrow? Even the sight of a shadow at the edge of the cliff wasn't something that caught too much of her attention - though she'd be lying to say she didn't muse with the thought of pushing the other off the edge they were perched upon. 

A brief thought and nothing more.

A throaty chuff croaked from the young woman announcing her presence. It had been a while since she had met anyone since she had spoken to anyone at all. How were her social skills at this point?