Apr 29, 2020
@silversurvival
“Psst, you. Yes, you. Come here.”
Among the rubble of an abandoned building, a pink-haired head was peering out. Cat-like yellow eyes shone in a desperate plea, along a hand inviting him to get close. It likely seemed suspicious but she had no other way to do so without being noticed by unwanted eyes.
The Caster was, to keep it simple, hiding from the hunt ensued to get her. Supporting the ‘good’ guys always costed her a pretty penny, being this weak did not help either. Loyalty and love truly made a girl do the most life-threatening things.
“Are any men around? Someone wants to get my fur and nobody told me it was fox season already.”