@Fionraella Misha narrows her eyes and considers his words. She watches him carefully. As much as his betrayal irritates her, she can't help but feel some sympathy at his sad lil' face and innocent desire to make friends. "You realize this makes me a traitor, too, right?"
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@Fionraella Misha shifts back into her human form. She sat on the forest floor beside him, still but mind racing. "I don't..." she began, then trailed off. She took a deep breath and clenched her fists. "I think you should tell your friend that you have to stop seeing each other." What is this pacifist crap? she thought, cursing herself. I feel like the damn Grinch.
@Fionraella She glares up at him. "No," she hisses. "Because it's damn stupid!" Her tail lashes behind her. "Think about this before you rush off and get yourself killed." Funny. Me, telling someone to think, she muses.
Misha sniffed at the air. "Destin," she growled. She remained still, glancing around her but not seeing him. "You're gonna regret what you're about to do."
@Fionraella Misha bounds across branches, leaping from side to side until she hears movement in the brush below. She drops to the ground with a soft patter. "Destin!" she calls, glancing around at the trees and half bare bushes.
@Fionraella Misha jumps to her feet. "Wait a second - stop it! Destin!" She shifts into her small but faster - she hoped - cat form and scampers after him, claws scraping soft ground as she lunged upwards. Her claws make purchase on the rough bark of a tree. From there she weaves from branch to branch, racing across the forest in hopes of - what? She wasn't sure. She hadn't planned that far ahead. For now, she plunges ahead through the foliage and loose branches.
@Fionraella Misha leaned back and hissed. "You don't know anything!" she snarled. "Why the hell do you think we all fight so much? Why do you think we're here dying and freezing and starving instead of -" She paused. "I don't know." With a sigh, she looked away.
@Fionraella She whips her head around to face him fully. "You think that? You think it's not going to come to that?" She shakes her head. "Listen - I get it! I get you think this is going to work, and it's best for both of you, and nothing bad will ever happen because you love each other a lot and that means nothing can go wrong." She leaned in and narrowed her eyes. "But that's not how it works here. Ever."
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Destin sighs as he tosses the clumps of mud into the larger mud...thing. He steals a glances a Misha guiltily. "Are...are you going to tell Fabine what I told you?" He asks, feeling his heart sink at the prospect. If Destin was lucky, he would get reprimanded and be forced to not leave camp. But knowing Fabine, he knew he might get kicked out...or even killed. Neither of which appealed to the young shifter.
Misha cocks her head to the side and shrugs. She focuses on the mud on her pants, now drying into the fabric in hard, uneven blotches. "Depends." She glared at it from the corner of her eye. "Why shouldn't I?" Half of her pulled in the direction of the camp, ready to bolt and find Fabine and confess the secret before she had to hide it. But the other half - maybe the half closest to Destin's exhausted and terrified form - stayed firmly where she was, considering the options and considering her own morals. She wasn't ready to let that side win out, but still she remained there with him.
@Fionraella Misha plops on the ground with a huff. She sets her elbows on her knees. "You owe me a new jacket," she grumbles, staring blankly at the mud, now sinking into itself to fill the holes from their struggle.
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