She was right. This realization hit Drafui as soon as he found the scarf, hidden beneath a pile of leaves. Straberri was right about something. And she was in danger. Shit! Turning around, Drafui couldn’t help but wince at his stupidity. There was no possible way Straberri was wrong, seeing as all the evidence had pointed that way, but he couldn’t have helped doubting her. She was wrong before in these cases, right? With Daxton, and with Rassi, heck, even with that traitor Rian. But of course, she was right in the regard that their new friend had been kidnapped, even despite her strength. But where would Dalliria and Allicy be in that case? They were supposed to be guarding the Eevee! Yet, here was solid proof, as Evelyn would never leave without her scarf, and would violently do anything to get it back. Straberri had been right about that too. She had even correctly guessed that Evelyn was severely blinded by illusions, and that the scarf was her one link to reality. Without it, the young orphaned Eevee would become a monster, hunting for a reality in which she would kill to achieve. But now wasn’t the time. The gray- scaled Purrloin, the one who held onto necklace after necklace, promise after promise, and kept losing them- they were about to lose her, and for a second time. Drafui wasn’t going to take that, not here, and not now. But there couldn’t be anything that Drafui could do to help Straberri, as the Purrloin happened to be particularly bloodthirsty herself and didn’t like others seeing so. -------------- I found the above in my drive today, and I decided to write some more. xD I think it's called 'drabbling' when you just write a little without the intention to seriously edit it as you go along? idk ------------- Straberri turned the corner and almost stopped on time. That is, to say, that she bumped into someone. Her tail twitched, and her lips dropped, but no sooner than that someone she had bumped into stood up, she was smiling. For this someone was exactly who she was looking for.
-------- Being the hot-headed mess she was, the bunny-like Spinda nearly tore the feather apart when she got ahold of it. That damn traitorous bird! And here she had thought he might have actually liked her company, maybe even loved her. But no, everything was for Evelyn, the one who couldn’t even get up in the morning without her ‘guardian angel’ by her side, or her precious scarf to help her through her days. It just wasn’t enough, was it?! Nothing Spillia ever did was going to be the passing grade for that damn bird’s ‘moral tests’. Oh, but he had fooled her into thinking that she had, at least for once. As her sparks of anger were gradually put out by the now free-falling rain, Spillia couldn’t resist holding onto the feather as if it was all she had, now that the truth of her situation had been revealed. She’d never measure up to Rowan’s standards. And there were a definite, clear answer why. Evelyn. There was always that ‘special something’ around leaders, charmers, or even those who just spent their life connecting to a great deal of others. ‘Charisma,’ as some may call it, was exactly what that special something seemed to be, or it was to Spillia at least. In the sand-colored pelt of that Eevee lay a great deal of this secret charm, something that Spillia’s bleached fur would never appear to contain. A great deal of that may have had to do with Rowan’s ability to see some parts of entangled pasts, futures, or simply other branches of fate that could have been. In some other dimension somewhere, Spillia had done something unforgivable to Rowan. That, she was sure of. Judging by how Rowan tackled her to the ground the first time they met, there was no question in Spillia’s mind that she may have done it several times. Spillia had, in cold blood and all, killed Evelyn on several different occasions in different timelines. There would never be enough interrogating, threats, tests, or torture that Rowan could put her through that would change that. By everything she had, would have, or would never own, Spillia knew she couldn’t make up for her past deeds. Sins. That was what Rowan called them. When he had ‘forgiven’ her. He never truly forgave her, did he? It wasn’t there. The sincerity in his eyes. By then, she had already fallen into his trap of love, lies, and was a very useful pawn, one that would help him in his end goal- saving Evelyn. Things would be better off if she wasn’t here. As the tears flowed down slowly, softly, the Spinda’s white coat began to feel soaked with blood. A metallic taste filled her mouth, choking her every breath. This is what it would feel like to die. Out here in this endless abyss of lost sea, with the hot desert winds and the cold night breeze, she would die. Unable to move, Spillia’s tears seemed to fall without pause, just as the endless night winds seemed to continuously blow. Her would-bes and apologies were lost to the everlasting storm of the night. ----------------
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Welcome to this Dumpyard of sketches, pictures, or just random things that Kitty Lu (FireSwallow Tanager) wants up on the internet and searchable by Google. 4/3/16 There is now a Ask Them! section.
5/14/16 Decided to make the Ask Them! and Submit Questions sections visible on the menu bar.
6/11/16 Decided to link to YouTube and deviantArt accounts, as well try to open commission forms here.
8/25/16 Decided to hide everything but the main page.
12/22/16 I really want food but I don't want the extra mass.
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