fishin’ in the dark - open

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    Dull, unwavering optics gazed out from within the hollows of her family’s tree trunk. They looked upon the world as if she were living her two-hundredth lifetime and she’d been here before. The same camp to explore, the same dens everyone was sleeping in at the moment, the food pile and so on. Her siblings appeared to be fast asleep next to their mother. Currently, the she-kit was rather bored with her life and desired something.. something new ..and exciting. No, she could not stand being in this hunk of wood for another second. The Bengal kit craved stimulation from Earth, something to awaken her inner child again. The light purple wings upon her back were suddenly restless. Small paws almost itching for them to take her on an adventure. Someday. For now, Ayami brought herself to her paws and gave her pelt a small shake. With a small yawn, her wings extended parallel to the ground and she rolled her shoulders while stretching. The cambion would try to do this as quietly as possible, probably making some racket in the process. She tiptoed out of the den and was swallowed by darkness. Her specific direction and destination was still no longer clear in the mind of the child, but she set off anyways. As she squeezed the back way out of camp, leaves and sticks tugged at her pelt - begging her not to leave their company just yet. And they seemed to be winning. In pale moonlight, the kit could be seen squirming around in a snagged hole of some briars. With an exaggerated huff, Ayami decided to pause and catch her breath for a moment. She thought it a peculiar start to a wildly exiting adventure.


    "Ayami," The mother would begin as she catches sight of her young daughter squirming around briars and branches. Her forest green eyes squint at her daughter as she moves forth, wiggling through the brairs in an attempt to retrieve her daughter from their grasp. Some thorns giving her faint cuts, except one that grazes her nose just hard enough to cause some bleeding. What was going through that child's head to even attempt something like this? "What in God's name are you doing? Get out of here," The medic trainee would begin, soon finding herself closer to her destination.

    THIS IS NOT MY HOME —

    The male would push his way through the waters as always and soon find himself on the scene. Eyes on the two in the briars. Head tilted and amusement in his eyes. What was happening? Need a hand little warrior? Seems you have gotten you and mother dearest in a spot of trouble.


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    — I THINK I’M BETTER OFF ALONE