Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

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The bleeding timbers were stifling during the sogginess of spring, so Kitsch often sought refuge elsewhere. Kitsch had been outside of the forest, trying to use her limited knowledge to restock her limited cache with the limited plants that were available. Kitsch busied herself with this task often but almost always came up empty handed... as she was now. However, this fact did not dishearten her [as her herb-hunting was borne of boredom rather than a real and true need for medicine] so she trotted back towards the forest in a spritely, jaunty gate.

Rounding the bleeding forest, it became painfully obvious that something was amiss. The scent was off and the air held a strong, tense energy. It settled over her and Kitsch's throat tighten at the unfamiliarity of the situation. Still she continued, hunting for the source of the scent seeing as there were no sounds to be heard — but as Kitsch continued on the spiced scent only strengthened. Soon, her eyes glimpse what her nares sensed long before: a standoff with foreign, villainous interlopers! The girl sucked in her breath and immediately halted her procession, for she was currently breeching enemy lines — if she backtracked now, she would remain unseen and presence would remain unnoticed. So backtrack the lissome pearl did, picking her way delicately back across the landscape and reentering the forest further down from the impasse.

Unable to swallow the mass of apprehension and curiosity that sat thick in her throat,  Kitsch reapproached the wolves from the Teaghlaigh side. There had been many opportunities to run, to defect and leave Teaghlaigh’s drama to her past — as Kitsch was not a wolf made for war and did not desire to become one in the name of a family who saw her as expendable. Perhaps she should have expatriated herself, but ultimately her youthful curiosity won out and the girl approached slowly, silently, with her burnt crown held low to the ground. She noted Arturo and Lotte, standing confidently at the front of the lines. The lady Lia truly was there, truly living her words ‘the family comes first’ and Kitsch was impressed with such dedication. Then her gaze fell to the @Rollo, stalwart and undaunted, as always — and finally, Dakarai, who seethed to the side of their phalanx. Perhaps these were the wolves he spoke of, the ones who might attack [didn’t he tell her that “might” was the operative word?] due to his trespass. But, the pearl did not linger on the topic of fault and her aquamarine gaze snapped back to the offenders, adding to the pregnant silence that settled amongst them.

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