Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

All her life she had never had a place to call home, no where she ever stayed for long, and it wasn't like she could really remember a place fully at this age.  Perhaps one day dreams would occur as very vague memories of what had once been, but the only way she would ever know of her constant life of moving truly, would be  through stories.

Her eyes had recently opened  to see the beautiful and precious, yet terrifying and ever changing world around her.  She watched blurry figures around the area and waited for one to conduct change in her life yet again.  For at this age she had no power, no say.

So with that she waited for someone else to carry her away from yet another life once more.