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The air was tight, like heavy weights pressing down on her, like a trap. It ruffled the top layer of her chestnut pelt, enough to let the cool air of coming autumn bristle in between the hairs. Her eyes were glued to the memorial;; a once perfected playground behind an elementry school. The swings were only just hanging onto the metals bars with their twisted chain fragaments;; the slides were tilted downward, screaming that it was going to collapse. Even the jungle gym, bitten by the green-black fire and only thin posts of steaming ash, reminded her of the times she lived with the humans.


She let her auds take her forward, over the mulch and fallen structures of what once used to be a childhood haven. The sun beat down on the burial with a pale silver light, the scene more quiet and almost natural that what it used to be never happened. Towards the sandbox, she remembered her little Alison, whom used to fuss over the long line for the slides;; since mothers were taking photographs of their child. She was her companion. When the little toddler was alive. And yet, Alibi couldn't get over the fact that she would never watch her grow up.


When she stepped into the sandbox, her toes curled over the warmth to let the tiny crystals filled her pads. She slid down to her belly, her tail sweeping across her nose, paws under her for support. Her lids fell, and at the same moment her mind expanded to the more, unprivate thoughts of wolven or canine miles in radias. Bastard... she let go of his mind and traveled to the next. Nothing completely useful, nor entirely worth listening too. She shook her head in disappointment.

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There was a passerby, her step slow moving. She could hear her halt and stare at the playground, catching her scent. Tears almost fell from under her closed lids as she watched a playback of her hidden memories like it was a film. Black and white;; from an unknown place. Of her mother, brothers and sisters. How sweet. She was the leader of the Poyleys, one she wanted to dearly make an alliance too. Alibi was an easier soul to get around. If you weren't a Reject.

The Rebels;; getting stronger. One battle would take them all if they dared challenge the Sypers alone. Their leader, an unnamed heart, was beginning to understand the concepts between the strong and the weak. The abilities and the history of the explosion altogether. His or her, either way, had constructed a taboo to speak their name mentally. It would build them as a target for the telepathic.

Such as herself...

She kept her mind on the female. How lonely she must've felt. Really, she was debating to go talk to her. Suprise her in the most non-spooked way. Almost impossible, even... Or let her come to her. Let it all play out natrually.