Mama? Mama...
Who: Miata, [Open]
When: midday 45
Where: residental streets
What: Clarice is gone. Miata is in a panic.
Rating: Possible violence, emotional distress
She wasn't here. She wasn't anywhere. Miata had woken up alone. There was no sign of the former warrior. No sign of the woman who had taken care of her for so long, away from the others. The core of her mental stabilty. Miata did not need to question herself with her mama. The memories, that shook her so badly that she could not bring herself to speak...they were creeping again. She spoke that morning to the others. She couldn't bring herself to ask the humans and the others about her. They might have her. They might make things worse. Whining, frail creatures. Miata had to protect them. Had to. Protect them. Protect them, because there was parents out there. She had heard them. Mothers. Fathers. Children. They didn't want to die without their families, so she would not turn her sword on them.
But she couldn't rely on humans. Too frail. No sense of smell. No...no need to find Clarice. They didn't love her like she did. So Miata went out, and looked everywhere. She sniffed. She looked. She listened. There was nothing. Even her scent was fading. Miata's hand curled into a fist. She refused to touch her sword though. She would just keep looking. Keep searching. Go to the woods next....maybe.....she swallowed. Forced herself to sit, and hug her knees hard enough to bruise.Air. She needed to breathe. Miata didn't even feel the cold water as she sat in the middle of the street.
Clarice...where was Clarice?! Mama...mama....!
When: midday 45
Where: residental streets
What: Clarice is gone. Miata is in a panic.
Rating: Possible violence, emotional distress
She wasn't here. She wasn't anywhere. Miata had woken up alone. There was no sign of the former warrior. No sign of the woman who had taken care of her for so long, away from the others. The core of her mental stabilty. Miata did not need to question herself with her mama. The memories, that shook her so badly that she could not bring herself to speak...they were creeping again. She spoke that morning to the others. She couldn't bring herself to ask the humans and the others about her. They might have her. They might make things worse. Whining, frail creatures. Miata had to protect them. Had to. Protect them. Protect them, because there was parents out there. She had heard them. Mothers. Fathers. Children. They didn't want to die without their families, so she would not turn her sword on them.
But she couldn't rely on humans. Too frail. No sense of smell. No...no need to find Clarice. They didn't love her like she did. So Miata went out, and looked everywhere. She sniffed. She looked. She listened. There was nothing. Even her scent was fading. Miata's hand curled into a fist. She refused to touch her sword though. She would just keep looking. Keep searching. Go to the woods next....maybe.....she swallowed. Forced herself to sit, and hug her knees hard enough to bruise.Air. She needed to breathe. Miata didn't even feel the cold water as she sat in the middle of the street.
Clarice...where was Clarice?! Mama...mama....!