Seventh Ink Drop [Action]
[Miyabi had been dragging herself through Luceti for most of the morning, having been woken up from a nap in the woods after her kidnapping by the hundreds of voices all around. After being almost squashed on too many accounts, Miya decided to keep to the tree line as she weakly hops her way through the city.
She doesn't look all that bad, save for just a few bruises and scrapes. Still, her bouncing is erratic, and she falls to her knees or face more often than her feet, which only increases her foul mood. The girl grits her teeth, then opts for just walking instead of hopping. It'd take her longer, but she was tired and sore.]
Those...devils... I-If I ever see them again, I'll--! If they hurt that poor creature, I'll--!!
[There's a crack in her voice, as the poor little thing recalls the tragic events, and she quickly wipes at her eyes. She really hoped that little bunny was all right... Weaving her way around people left and right, Miya snarls as she dives away from another foot about to crush her.
Where the hell are all these people coming from!? And some of them didn't have wings! What in the world!? Miya huffs, then curls up underneath a bush, waiting for some of the people to go away. Her breathing is hard and ragged, and she has to sit down. Her glow is dull, but definitely still there. Though instead of a soft yellow, it's red hot.
Approach with caution, she's extremely upset about everything that's happened.]
She doesn't look all that bad, save for just a few bruises and scrapes. Still, her bouncing is erratic, and she falls to her knees or face more often than her feet, which only increases her foul mood. The girl grits her teeth, then opts for just walking instead of hopping. It'd take her longer, but she was tired and sore.]
Those...devils... I-If I ever see them again, I'll--! If they hurt that poor creature, I'll--!!
[There's a crack in her voice, as the poor little thing recalls the tragic events, and she quickly wipes at her eyes. She really hoped that little bunny was all right... Weaving her way around people left and right, Miya snarls as she dives away from another foot about to crush her.
Where the hell are all these people coming from!? And some of them didn't have wings! What in the world!? Miya huffs, then curls up underneath a bush, waiting for some of the people to go away. Her breathing is hard and ragged, and she has to sit down. Her glow is dull, but definitely still there. Though instead of a soft yellow, it's red hot.
Approach with caution, she's extremely upset about everything that's happened.]