OOC: Makes sense to me! I thought 'baby deer', but drunk baby seemed more fitting. The heels and alcohol kind of look.
With her nose still out of commission, Bazi was lucky not to have strayed across any borders - when her senses were intact, borders were like 10 feet of barbed wire. She was as likely to break such a fundamental law of the land - every land - as a Scandinavian person is to cross the road when the red man is showing. It just doesn't happen.
But her sense of smell wasn't quite there yet, and when Fox came into view without a scent sentry to warn Bazi of impending company, she assumed the very worst. Trespassing. Punishment. Both negative, one painful, but - but. At the very least, punishment meant company, and structure, and a natural order of things that she knew how to deal with. Despite the unfamiliarity of absolutely everything else, that thought was soothing, and a fractionally calmer Bazi dropped respectfully to the ground, ears flat and eyes on her paws. "Y-yes. Yes. Just dazed. I think I was.. I think I was dropped here." She chanced a glance at the greeting wolf's knee. It was tiny, and brown - the first fact was irrelevant (Bazi knew better than most that instant death came in small packages), and the second only confused her. She had never seen a naturally brown knee before. And it was warm here - warmer than what she was used to. Little by little, her thoughts organized themselves into neat rows, and waited. "I'm sorry, if.. I trespassed."
With her nose still out of commission, Bazi was lucky not to have strayed across any borders - when her senses were intact, borders were like 10 feet of barbed wire. She was as likely to break such a fundamental law of the land - every land - as a Scandinavian person is to cross the road when the red man is showing. It just doesn't happen.
But her sense of smell wasn't quite there yet, and when Fox came into view without a scent sentry to warn Bazi of impending company, she assumed the very worst. Trespassing. Punishment. Both negative, one painful, but - but. At the very least, punishment meant company, and structure, and a natural order of things that she knew how to deal with. Despite the unfamiliarity of absolutely everything else, that thought was soothing, and a fractionally calmer Bazi dropped respectfully to the ground, ears flat and eyes on her paws. "Y-yes. Yes. Just dazed. I think I was.. I think I was dropped here." She chanced a glance at the greeting wolf's knee. It was tiny, and brown - the first fact was irrelevant (Bazi knew better than most that instant death came in small packages), and the second only confused her. She had never seen a naturally brown knee before. And it was warm here - warmer than what she was used to. Little by little, her thoughts organized themselves into neat rows, and waited. "I'm sorry, if.. I trespassed."
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RE: alone - by Bazi - March 23, 2014, 05:18 PM