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they were young, but not too young. where they could eat meat, their eyes had shown, and they knew how to speak. but lonan does not remember how to hunt, where they once were, or who they belonged. a being such as parents were a figment of a mind that she could not remember. it was strange, she knew it was strange but couldn't understand why it happened.. but found a minor haven, a sanctuary where meat was plentiful and provided.

the area was strange. caverns, build so perfectly one would think was shaped from something altogether. roots and trees planted themselves, a home that grew an eerie wind and a song through the hallways. breeze, drifty — homely.

although, all disrupted by the cluckering of chickens that lonan was watching from a distance. they too, were native.

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The fact that this hadn't been the home land hadn't seemed to dawn on her. All the little Witch knew was that Morty was here and that was enough for her, the girl continuing on her daily business as if this had been her norm all along. Nymeria moved through the Reclaimed Roots like she had known it all along, having grown to understand this was home, their lands and that was enough.

If she wasn't trailing after @Madmortigan and taking all of his time, she was chasing the chickens, trying to kill one. She wanted their fur! And their blood, okay, she remembered hearing about the use of blood and she was curious. Unaware of her surroundings, the uniquely coated girl went barking after the chickens through the roots, their sqawking loud and offended as they ran. She followed on chubby legs, barking and bouncing all the while. ^^

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The stars bled in their multitudes as the sun dimmed for another day, they glittered in the ink above, bringing the dullness a newfound life when clouds didn't murk up the pretty vision. And this would signal her rousing. She slinked out from the cavernous ruins to the unpredicted kindergarten that appeared overnight. She scoffed at the sight, amused by the antics of one, and the other... well, they were dialled down on the energy front. 

She sidled up to the darker of the two, sitting down next to them if they hadn't scarpered by this point. And she watched the piebald. 'What's up with you, you don't enjoy playing?', her bluntness sugar-coated with a dusting of femininity, almost a tone of mockery rung in her words as if something was wrong with the child.

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in the midst of the cluckering, so did another appear — frolicking and chasing after them that lonan just watched with nothing to add or follow. boredom and less amusing, failure of a childs motion in an attempt to hunt, a continual bore of so — the best to do was wait and learn until the day she could, or otherwise, find other methods of doing so. plants around the forest can be mighty poisons indeed.

but she didn't know why she knew that.

then another came — she was like the setting sun. dark pelt with the tints of the golden light, lonan looked at her for a moment before looking back to the playful tone of the other child, "no." she replied, "do you?' thrown back if she so wanted to, why doesn't she go play along then?

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