After the surreal attack recently, Bruxa decided it was time to gain some sort of support and protection. Wandering along the edge of the forest in the deep dark sessions of night. Donned in little more than leather pants, silken top with a bomber jacket overlaying her torso. Long thick mane pulled back into a tight braid that cascaded down her back. Booted feet crunched along the fallen leaves and twigs as she found a hidden path that would grant her entrance into the dark woodlands.
Hands moving low branches out of her way as she ducked and swerved around the ancient trees. Remembering the times she was seen as a lowly street urchin, sleeping in the catacombs during the day. Realizing she had a special ability to speak and understand animals and with that able to train even a wild beast. Having befriended a stray feral dog who would watch over her during the day and always stayed close at night. She missed the aid of another to watch her back and aid in times of distress.
Eyes darted from left to right, hearing keen to any sounds the forest produced. Hoping beyond all hopes she might befriend a wolf by chance. Once she found herself so no lights from the school nor village could be seen she paused in her trek. A low whimpery howl sirened through those pursed lips before falling silent once more. Waiting patiently to see if perhaps she might hear some rustling ahead or even an answer to her call of the wild.
Hands moving low branches out of her way as she ducked and swerved around the ancient trees. Remembering the times she was seen as a lowly street urchin, sleeping in the catacombs during the day. Realizing she had a special ability to speak and understand animals and with that able to train even a wild beast. Having befriended a stray feral dog who would watch over her during the day and always stayed close at night. She missed the aid of another to watch her back and aid in times of distress.
Eyes darted from left to right, hearing keen to any sounds the forest produced. Hoping beyond all hopes she might befriend a wolf by chance. Once she found herself so no lights from the school nor village could be seen she paused in her trek. A low whimpery howl sirened through those pursed lips before falling silent once more. Waiting patiently to see if perhaps she might hear some rustling ahead or even an answer to her call of the wild.