Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 11:34:59 GMT -6
Serenity forced herself to seperate from her den. She knew that if she stayed there she would end up re organizing it again. There was no way that was a good thing, so she walked away, serching for... she wasn't sure but probably something to clean. Stress was her middle name at the time and she cleaned under stress. She winced slightly as she walked directly through a bush full of long thorns. She hadn't been paying attention and she came out with a series of scratches along her legs. She bit out the single long thorn that had landed and threw it to the side. She closed her eyes and pushed away the sense of pain. It wasn't much, but to much to afford showing on her face. She kept walking, still not sure where she was headed.