Hideaway Strath Bloodsucker

Envy looked for more than herbs today.

worse, even worse!

Today, she set out to find the catalysts for a very different cause. No longer were her little escapades so self-serving, a means to an end when a question buzzed buzzed buzzed around her mind until she had no choice but to find an answer. Now there was purpose in her step, and it seemed the quiet shame that often found her in times like these was absent. Dangerously so.

The little purple flowers that poked up from mossy, damp earth; she looked for these in the spots where the snow had melted, which were few and far between, this time of year.

When she did manage to source some out, they were meager little pickings, but plenty potent in each petal. Envy did not harvest these with her mouth, taking no risk of ingestion. Instead, clawed white paws tore at the soil with practiced skill, a misplaced maternal sort of care taken to assure the sweet pretty flowers took no damage. When she unearthed them all, she crouched and nudged them with her nose into a small pouch made of sap-stuck thick leaves. It served its purpose.

Crocus petals kept away from her tongue and teeth, she carried on. What a nasty one, this was. She shuddered with a perverse sort of anticipation.