[The bat flinched away from the voice initially; had the voices found her again? Was nowhere safe anymore?
...but, no.
That was a voice, yes, but...not the 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...
...Remi?
The bat chitters once more, in a timid, quiet, tentative way this time.]
no subject
...but, no.
That was a voice, yes, but...not the 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...
...Remi?
The bat chitters once more, in a timid, quiet, tentative way this time.]