perched upon a jutted hip sits a loose fist, something to drive home that resting 'so done with this' expression seared into the hawks face. teeth remained mere seconds away from grinding behind a ( temporarily ) shut beak. large emphasis on temporarily.
"how hard is it to point to an exit?"
"no city is too big or small to fly out of. i don't care about you, but there's no way they're keeping me here!" the least this girl could do was prove useful in pointing out a solid route. what a case of bad luck! 'i'm new here i don't know' or 'you leave when they let you leave' -- bah!! that may be the case for the rest of them, but he's different, and he'll prove it.
( @powerofinheritance )













