rattling bones [private, sabrina]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The forest was alive with sounds: birds chirping about, the babbling brook in the distance, the crunching of leaves underfoot. But underneath the shelter of trees, nothing was in sight despite it all. The green leaves rattled about, betraying their fear, and falling into a heap beneath the roots. It was uneasy perhaps, the ground not rumbling in the slightest when it usually was, tricking them into thinking all was fine. Perhaps there was something out there, waiting, watching.


    Unfortunately, a white patched face poked through a small opening within the bushes. Giving a rather large whiff of the air, Zatanna then jumped through, landing rather clumsily on her paws. The former barn cat was still unused to the territory, but it wouldn't help to try to figure some things out. Hunting was her strongest streak, but even then it needed major improvement. So she figured she would go out and catch some freshkill; bird, mouse, whatever she could find.


    The calico then sat down in the “middle" of the clearing, swiveling her head around. An open spot for easy prey, she would know, if she wasn't off her guard.
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    [size=10] sabrina harbringer.
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"Zatanna." Her name would be spoke in the way of a greeting as the injured serval limped into sight, her gaze settled snugly against the other female's features. She had always been quite interested to see how the new member was like, and thus upon spotting her, Sabrina had decided to seize the open opportunity. "How are you?"

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]At the sound of Sabrina's voice, Zatanna turned around slowly, glancing at the trees before focusing on the serval. “Hey, Sabrina," she, too, greeted, flicking her tail. It was now that she noticed that she walked with a limp, and it made her eyes widen a bit. “I'm great, thanks for asking. But what about you? Are you sore?" The medical field was something she also did not know about, but apparently it wasn't that serious, seeing that she had for a while - at least to Zatanna's knowledge.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]She let out a sharp bark, something that could be identified as a laugh if such was thought of. "Something like that." Sabrina plopped down into a sit, her head bowing as she stuck out the injured ankle wrapped heavily in bandages.


    "The Exiles." She'd say lightly, already knowing that it would probably be asked where she had gotten such a thing. Those two words bounced off her tongue so easily. Perhaps because multiple times a day they bounced through her head. "Have you heard about 'em yet?" Her tail flickered over the cast, still unused to the bulky obstacle even though it had been there for quite some time.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]The Exiles? Her nose wrinkled up at the thought, trying to wonder what exactly did they do to cause Sabrina's injury. They didn't exactly sound like a warm group, and frankly she didn't want to know, but of course curiosity got the best of her. “No, I haven't," she replied, raising her hind leg to itch her ear. “But . . . how did it happen? Were you caught off guard?"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"I suppose." Her paw reached up and hovered over the side of her head, where it was still tender. The area throbbed considerably as her attention turned to it. "I was on a border patrol. They popped up, told me to beg to not be captured. We fought for a bit, but in the end they knocked me out. When I woke up, I was in the Exiles." She shook her head, dropping her paw.


    "Not a great experience. If I could do it over, I would've seen that blow he made to throw me unconscious." Her lips compressed. "Just make sure if you seen someone from the Exiles to watch your step carefully."