Blackbeak Bluff we’re lowkey my fantasy

this was really starting to fucking suck. the whole concept of living life on the edge had kind of lost its meaning as she focused all her energy into simply not fucking freezing to death. although doubtful thoughts certainly snuck around the dark corners of her mind, yet not the type she should perhaps be thinking. indeed she was starting to wonder had her brash decision been the right one but missing her parents? the thought of them left her feeling nothing, not the slightest drop of sadness at the fact that she'd never see them again. does that make me a monster? a frown tugs at the corners of her maw. however she did not enjoy lingering on such thoughts and as more questions started to build up in response to other thoughts she growled lowly, head shaking vigorously as if she could physically knock them right out of her head.

her jaw sets stubbornly as she stands and prowls speedily through the darkening lands. what was done was done, of course running away had been the right idea. she was free! even if it could perhaps be a bit better than right this aboslute second at least she could be herself and she did not regret a second of it! the sounds of the crashing waves in the distance soothed her, funny how the sea had become such a thing of importance to the young girl despite having only discovered it weeks ago. 

she had yet to set paw in this particular area and drew to a suspicious halt as teal eyes caught the moonlight that had broken through a gap in the dark snow and rain spitting clouds. the water had sounded so close and yet somehow distant and it only made sense now that the moon illuminated a fucking cliff edge mere paw lengths ahead of her! "jesus fucking christ" she gasps, stumbling backwards- feeling quite shaken. had the moon not broken free would she have just continued walking until there was no longer anything beneath her creamy paws? she shuts her eyes for a moment, feeling sick at just how close she could have come to really dying. she then continues to move backwards, cursing everything as her previous little mental pep talk falls away. her pelt clings to her skinny frame and shivers race up and down her spine as she finally stops and inhales as deep as she can despite the shakiness of her breaths.

she almost jumps out of her skin when she spots a figure not too far off, they're not really facing where her little near death experience had just occured but if had they just tilted their head it would've been possible to see it happen although the noises of the rain/snow and waves should've saved her from exactly drawing the attention to herself. she's pretty sure it's another fae, similar in age to her and so she approaches them- trying to look composed as possible as eyes flash ready as ever to defend her pride if needed. "hey there" is all she murmurs, not her usual bright chirp of a greeting but her tail still holds itself above the soaked grass as she studies the other curiously. she didn't know why someone would be out in this unless like her they simply didn't really have much of a choice.