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Flandre Scarlet (
2012-07-03 03:05 am (UTC)
The bat flinched away from the voice initially; had the voices found her again? Was nowhere safe anymore?
voice, yes, but...not
ones that had chased her, had hurt her.
She lands on some of the wreckage, though "landing" was really a nice euphemism for flopping over in an exhausted way, wings draped awkwardly rather than folded up neatly. Even adrenaline was having a hard time keeping her going now.
There was a figure over there, though this form's eyes were too weak to see more than a blurred picture. Bat wings, small, blue (?) hair...
The bat chitters once more, in a timid, quiet, tentative way this time.
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