Hotaru
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
Hotaru, meanwhile, is hunting. As a woman this time, though the feeling of wrongness comes from her animal hindbrain. Restless with the changing of seasons and the further changes in her life as of late, stalking and killing is the only outlet she can think of that spares anyone else the outcome of her discontent. Staying in human form is merely the best way to draw this out and make things slower.
She isn't anticipating to run into a young woman out in the Greenwing however, though the tracks she'd been following cross over with the young woman's footprints. Hm. That likely doesn't bode well. As much as she'd like to ignore that, it's likely for the best that she warn her.
"Good morning," she calls as she approaches, only to frown slightly when she doesn't recognize the young woman upon getting closer. Hotaru knows a great deal of Halovians, which makes this a more curious matter than she'd anticipated. "Are you lost or traveling?"
She isn't anticipating to run into a young woman out in the Greenwing however, though the tracks she'd been following cross over with the young woman's footprints. Hm. That likely doesn't bode well. As much as she'd like to ignore that, it's likely for the best that she warn her.
"Good morning," she calls as she approaches, only to frown slightly when she doesn't recognize the young woman upon getting closer. Hotaru knows a great deal of Halovians, which makes this a more curious matter than she'd anticipated. "Are you lost or traveling?"
But I would love you in any form you take
