Not so Friendly Skies

[Morgruff]

The sunset fades through the cloak of the fog flooding the forest's floor as daylight dims, leaving cold fluorescence. Morgruff rests underneath a tree, soon to awaken and become active throughout the night. She always loved the idea of becoming an owl. She's been nocturnal for almost two months. The occasional walker comes by and says hello, but they never strike up a conversation. Her alarm clock is created by her shivers when the cool night air shakes her. She doesn't mind this because she loves the cold. As she wakes, she stretches then sits and waits for someone to come by, in the mean time she reads over one of her books. They are the only thing keeping her company besides the noises of the animals in the forest.

[Quindaro]

Quindaro was walking through the woods, taking a small trip out of his urban lifestyle. His thick trench coat laying upon his shoulders as he walked through the forest, passing trees and bushes as his boots crunched the leaves and twigs of the Woods of eternal Autumn.

Whistling a tune to himself, he felt his bag pat against his back as he pulled at the straps, the sound of his rifle rattling against his side. The sunlight had died down and the canopy had gone dark. "My my... I had better set up camp soon, I can barely see anything." he mumbled turning on the flashlight in the chestpocket of his trench coat pocket.

[Morgruff]

Morgruff stops what she's doing and looks at the ground in front of her. She turns her attention towards to noise not so far away from where she is.

She thinks to herself "Must be a walker coming 'round again."

She closes her book, sets it down and stands up, her tail sweeping up leaves as she does so, then waits, still keeping her focus on the location of the noise.

[Quindaro]

Quindaro turned the flashlight on, illuminating the area in front of him, he started looking around for a certain spot to set up camp. Having looked around for a few minutes he found a clearing with plenty of space. Setting his bag down he started on a small fire trying to make a decent sized flame. "C'mon, lets get this going so I can start cooking food." he said feeding the fire slowly.

[Morgruff]

Morgruff put her book in her satchel, threw the satchel around her neck, then stepped forward and scanned the area for any movement or light. Shortly after she started, she spotted a faint light and started walking towards it, her tail and paws still sweeping and crunching the leaves beneath her, hoping to see someone to talk to. She got closer to the light and saw the man, and stopped walking about 20 feet away. She sat down and watched, thinking that she could possibly learn something from him. Observing is what she did best, and was never good at talking to people.

[Quindaro]

Quindaro got the fire up to a good size, standing in a sort of triumph he picked his bag up and hung it upon a low hanging branch. Taking out a wrap of assorted meat from the bag he skewered a few bits of meat before putting them over the open flame. When he finally sat down in front of the fire he took out his canteen and took a drink. "I like this place quite a bit..." he said looking up through the canopy of multicolored leaves to the night sky. But something in the back of his brain was twitching, like he was being watched, but alas he pawned it off to be some squirrel that was taking notice of his existence for but a brief moment.

[Morgruff]

Morgruff could smell the meat as soon as he took it out of the bag. She hadn't had good meat in a while, not like the humans have it. She thought of the taste and feeling of being full. Her mind was telling her to eat. The smell lured her closer to the small camp, not paying attention to how much noise her tail and paws were making. She realized how close she was, and froze.

[Quindaro]

Quindaro looked down to the fire once again, turning the meat over before hearing the sound of something behind him. His hand glanced his pistol as he looked over his shoulder to find an anthro girl standing behind him, her tail was the one swaying making a ruckus with the dead leaves on the ground. Taking his hand off the M9 Cutlass that lay holstered in his jacket, he turned and smiled, "May I help you?" he asked the frightened creature hoping that she knows the English language.

[Morgruff]

Morgruff cautiously stepped forward and sniffed the man, then stepped back and sat down. She looked at the meat, then back at him, she didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know if just asking for his food was considered rude or not. Her tail swayed side to side behind her. She looked back at him. "You could." She fidgeted and pawed the ground.

[Quindaro]

Quindaro looked at her then looked at the cooking meat as he saw her glance at it. "I'm guessing your hungry, miss?" He asked moving over slightly, "Take a seat if you will." he pulled his trenchcoat forward slightly, hiding his firearm so he wouldn't scare her off.

[Morgruff]

Morgruff nodded her head yes. She stood up and stepped closer. She sniffed the air, still being cautious about the situation. She sat down to the right of him and took her satchel off, while wrapping her tail around herself. She looked at him and tilted her head.

[Quindaro]

Quindaro observed her tentatively as he pulled another wrap of the assorted meats and wrapping a row on a skewer. "So, what're you doing out here by yourself?" he asked as he placed the food over the fire and turned over the other skewer.

[Morgruff]

"I live out here. I illustrate books as I write them. That's why I have a really heavy bag." She looked down at her bag and tilted her head to it as she spoke. "It gets lonely sometimes. It's weird. I like being alone, but I despise being lonely." Morgruff looked around as she spoke, guiding her eyes to the ground.

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