Post by Fawn on Apr 24, 2020 6:31:33 GMT
With war hanging on the horizon, Fawn wanted little to do with her gang. The idea of them being so...eager to shred more blood of an otherwise innocent gang made her stomach twist with uncertainty and doubt. If they won, it'd be undoubtedly good for the Yardies. More territory and more resources were always needed. But, at what cost? For what reason? She couldn't bring herself to approve of her gang's actions, and the idea of even lifting a claw to help in either fighting or preparation left a bad taste in her mouth.
And so, Fawn simply...left. She wasn't often around the gang too much anyway. Whenever an eye wasn't looking, or there was a moment of freedom, she found herself seeking out her darkest, other half; Saravo. Just the mere thought of him was enough to make her heart flutter, and her worries of the future disappear. If she hadn't had in her life...she feared to think where she'd be now, but physically and mentally.
She'd left earlier this morning to stake out the loner, and it didn't take too much difficulty to find him. He was always around - always near, like a silent guardian, waiting for her call. Her truest and only knight. Like usual, the duo would find somewhere comfortable to relax, be it simply enjoying the silence and warmth of one another's comfort (she found resting and even sleeping back at home nigh impossible nowadays, out of sheer anxiety), or, quietly talking among themselves. Only recently had she'd began to slowly but surely become her usual self after the tragedy of losing her litter, seeming to be more interested in both eating and speaking, rather than silently laying about in some dejected, scarred mound of dog.
Today, they hid away within an abandoned, desecrated apartment of Richardson, almost reminiscent to where they first met. With everything about the 'war' going on, Fawn was restless. And so, she used these rare moments of peace and security to finally get some peace and quiet. Head resting on her paws, her form was curled up against Saravo's, her flank rising and falling in a light sleep.
However, even in her tiredness, she had made sure to carefully give her darker furred companion a few herbs to rest on his scarred form. While far, far better looking than when they first met, the pale female had insisted (more like nagged) that he let her continue to treat his injuries until they 'fully and absolutely, 100%-ly (in her own words) healed'. It was only a few tiny herbs, truly...her gang wouldn't be too upset, would they? How could they, when they were willing to risk a whole war?
Her single 'working' cropped ear perked upwards abruptly, as the pale doberman shifted awake with a jolt, a soft ripple of fur aligning down her back in a bristle and her heart beginning to quickly speed up in anxiety. She said nothing, but, her eyes were glued onto the broken, ajar door. Had she...had she heard something? She'd always been a light sleeper, and one who could scare from the slightest rustle of the wind. Maybe...maybe it was nothing?
tags Saravo , Hyena
notes i went...a bit overboard with trying to 'set the setting' a bit, sorry! i think it'd be better to let war post next, and then you, chili, maybe? Also, let me know if the whites a bit too hard to read!