lay it down | breakout

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    It was a quiet day, but that was nothing new. The woods had generally been uneventful since the clan living here before her disbanded — and for that Bangla was grateful. Though she'd once grown bored easily when left to her own devices for too long, that had been a long time ago and the woman had since come to relish the peace that came with solitude. Granted, she'd come across a handful of people every now and again (or perhaps it was more accurate to say that they had often come across her), and though such encounters could be awkward she would be lying if she claimed not to feel just a little bit disappointed when these strangers ultimately departed.


    She thought about little Ace as she stopped to pick some flowers to decorate her den with; she'd been sniffing similar ones when she found the poor boy, lost and injured. Had he managed to get home safely, Bangla wondered? Would she ever see him again? Likely not.


    BREAKOUT

    While Bangla had come out here to pick flowers Breakout had different reasons for having sneaked out from his own clan territory. He was a assassin, since a child he had got kidnapped and forced to become one and well once in it was impossible to break out from so. He had tried some couple of times while being younger which had resulted to some unpleasant punishments and scars, none of them longer there after having lost his birth body. Back then he had been young and naive, a real rebel how wanted to be wild and free but since then had grown up to become alot more laid-back and simple rolled with everything that happend around him. He had learned that whatever he did or tried to do in the end none of it would matter anyway so if he couldn't change anything why bother trying?. Only leaders had that sort of power and well until he had reached that top himself this was the life he had to accept.


    Breakout was on his way back after having finished his latest mission and just happend to take the longer path back to his clan which also was the same path Bangla had taken to pick this flowers of hers. It was not everyday he saw someone like her, looking so peaceful there she stood picking this flowers and maybe that was one of the reasons he decided to stop by but also because she looked very cute. Fragile and vunerable in a way. Despite the way he looked and acted, like he was some sort of bad boy how cared for nothing then himself and easily picked to just have a fun time any day, any hour instead of anything else he was a big softy at heart, a gentleman how actually cared for others well being and safety.


    " So what's a cute little lady like ya doing out here all by yourself?. Don't you know life is a cruel and dangerous place to be out wandering all on your own?." he asked as he come up from behind her but stopt a safe distance away to not spook her all to much by his sudden apperance, after all like he just had mentioned did not look like this 'nice guy' you wanted to come across out in the middle of nowhere all by yourself.

    ooc: sorry for the late reply!!


    So engrossed in her work was she, that the sound of footsteps failed to register in her brain. Only when an unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out did she raise her head with the flowers still held gingerly between her teeth, ears pricked. It took her a couple of moments to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, though to be fair the lack of a figure in her immediate field of vision was enough to tell her that, whoever this was, they were standing somewhere behind her.


    Bristling in surprise, Bangla quickly turned to see a hulking canine staring right at her. He had an imposing presence despite his smooth words, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze with her round, luminescent eyes. Carefully, she set down the flowers with a pounding heart. "Wh...what?" It was all she could manage to get out at first. There was... a lot to process here. A cute little lady. Well, she wasn't exactly little, but she supposed in comparison to this man she could be considered such. "I, uh — well, I live here, actually. Alone. No one dangerous has ever passed through," she told him in somewhat of a flat tone. Her voice quivered a bit — a reflection of the anxiety beginning to creep up on her.


    She looked a little to the right, fixing her blurry gaze on a splotch of white behind him. Probably some more flowers.