#ly cub

[unmyeoung]

"Did I do something wrong?" @ly-cub for mel || questioning sentences (accepting)

"no, no, you didn't do anything wrong. it's.. difficult for the council to admit something we think to be under out control isn't. and especially when someone like your guest comes in so emotionally, some take it personally. perhaps we could have a calmer conversation, together."

[restrainedhungr]

i heard about that little accident you had . - @ly-cub

Everyone seemed to want to confuse her today, as she shifts her eyes around. One direction, then the other, darting around yet again as if the answer would physically come to her. . . but it wasn't. Because it couldn't.

" Do you have any idea how little that narrows everything I've done by? " She stares up at Caitlyn, utterly lost as to what she could be implying. Was it because she forgot to turn off a light in someone's house she broke into? Was it because she ate someone? Went on a violent rampage? Didn't ask to eat someone's arm? Forget to bathe---? Accidentally tripped on that piece of garbage while hunting the other day-- There were so many things Briar could think of that could be considered an 'accident' that she couldn't narrow it down at all to why she'd be in trouble!

[unmyeoung]

"It's all an act with you, isn't it?" - @ly-cub for mel || questioning sentences (accepting)

"was it so obvious today? i must be losing my touch."

[restrainedhungr]

“ what am I supposed to do? “ @ly-cub

Perching on the back of her chair, Briar stares down at her, confused.

" Oh oh! Wanna hear what helped me when I was really confused and lost and all omnomnomnomnomn in prison? Three simple little words. " Climbing off of her chair, she sits on the table instead, still an appropriate place but a display of a greater meaning even if Briar didn't really get it.

" You can choose. You Can Choose. "

[restrainedhungr]

@ly-cub

There was a trail, something that connected her to this pathway and she would see it through. Traces of a familiar feeling and embrace this scent- it was something close to home.

Where it lead her was somewhere she never thought of before mostly due to the fact she didn't know other cities existed. The large looming buildings of Piltover almost reminded her of her home in Noxus, or at least some of them certainly reminded her of the prisons there. So industrial, so boring.

Still, she had to stay focused. Zipping through the streets to find more of the smell where it was coming from, and who could give her answers. This lead the golem to the Kiramman home and without much regard for anyone else she continued her pursuit leading her straight to other woman. Briar wasted barely any time sniffing every surface she could and crinkling her nose like some bloodhound struggling to catch the trail. Every entryway, every exit, this place was full of the smell most likely due to how the other the Black Rose had interest in came to visit her. Yet there was one source stronger than the lingering dulling wafts, and that person stood before her.

Two large white eyes locked onto Caitlyn in that moment and the growling beast Briar had been coming in, would halt. And sit. Looking as human as she ever could, cross legged on her floor with such innocence in her eyes.

" Wait a minute. . . . you're not Dad, or Mom. Why do you smell like them? "