[ The Sisters make her want to do something. To run wild, to hunt, to loser herself in madness for a little while, but now she has a bond and now she has more of a barrier against the encroaching lunacy. She still finds herself wanting to stretch her legs and stretch her wings and so she finds herself in the woods, not sure where she's going - simply running at a steady jog, wings tucked in tight to avoid getting snagged on a branch or bush. A ruff of feathers has spread and grown across her shoulders and lower throat and her claws have grown longer, despite her efforts at keeping them trimmed back - the full moon seems to have brought them back.
At least until she hears the growl. She skids to a stop, peering into the dim light and trying to see who she's talking to. There's something vaguely familiar about that voice, even with the gravelly voice. ]
Saber.
[ She announces herself. ]
And who are you to be asking where people go walking on their own business?
no subject
At least until she hears the growl. She skids to a stop, peering into the dim light and trying to see who she's talking to. There's something vaguely familiar about that voice, even with the gravelly voice. ]
Saber.
[ She announces herself. ]
And who are you to be asking where people go walking on their own business?