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Comparatively to Mary, Senescence was a downright traitor. She listened as she pleased, usually appeared quite lazy, and hardly even seemed to be around. Vera's reign had come, and one day it would go, but the former proxy would still be here, a constant among the constantly changing loyalties and rules of the League. Today, however, she was going out.
Already, the heavily scarred feline was at the edge of the territory, and she stepped beyond the borders without a second thought, seeming to already know where she was headed. The huntress walked at an easy pace, not bothering to muffle the sounds of snow beneath her paws, either not caring that someone might see her, or being so arrogant as to assume that no one would question it. After all, her mother was DayClan's leader, her uncle a former Regime Commander, among others. There was more than enough reason to question where she was going, assuming one didn't consider other options, such as hunting or looking for a target, more likely, and even if they did, that wasn't to say they didn't want to join in.
”What exactly is it you’re doing?” Mary was a bit outspoken compared to the rest of the group. Sometimes not knowing when to keep her mouth shut. The feline was always speaking wether spoken to or not. The black feline carefully observing the older one, though curiously all the same.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 28, 2018 16:34:50 GMT -5
"What does it matter to you?" Her tone wasn't accusatory, though at the same time, she didn't spare a glance back to the other huntress, continuing on without care. Senescence was a blunt feline, one who didn't tend to mince words or care much for small talk. Least of all was her desire to spend time with others. Most of the League, she'd found, was incredibly boring, or inherently annoying, and Mary fell squarely into the latter group. She could tolerate it, sometimes, but most days she'd rather spend alone, in quiet places. Not that she actually got much of a choice, however.
Mary huffed. ”Shouldn’t we be preparing for the journey soon?” It mattered a little. At least to Mary it did. She felt that all of them should be helping in some way, not off wandering wherever they pleased.
