fear me more than death himself {flea&abigail}

[fyrefacey ★]

ABIGAIL

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Pitch black ears pinned back against her skull, and dark tinted eyes peered through the dark. A black cloud covered the sky, causing her to look up. It was spring, it's not supposed to storm this much. Her ears pricked up to listen to the sounds of the humans scuttering about their homes. She always liked to watch from a distance, a very far distance. Almost instantaneously her ears pinned back to her skull as she heard a loud bang. She crouched back into the undergrowth as her dark eyes watched every move. As she spotted a human walking towards where she was hiding, she immediately backed through more brush and quickly sprinted away. She was scared, and she showed it.

Abigail was not one to talk to anyone. She kept to herself almost one hundred percent of the time. She was never outgoing, she never was the first to speak, and even after her cruel puppeteer she stayed shy and more skittish as ever. While she was never one to speak out against the crowd, she was friendly and a little bit of a flirt as well.

As she slowed to a slight clearing in the deep forest, Abigail stopped to take a breath. Her ears were perked again and she glanced around to make sure she was alone. Anxiety flowed over her as she never felt alone, she always felt she was being watched. As she took a breath in, she smelled the faintest smell of another cat. Abigail's eyes narrowed as she placed her paws firmly on the soft ground and dug her claws deep in.

While it was dark and gloomy out, there was a slight sprinkle of rain in the air. A droplet hit her nose making her nearly jump out of her skin and hiss at the drop that hit her. Abigail couldn't help but feel slightly defenseless to whatever that was watching her. She had a small, petite body that was completely covered in scars and burn marks. She didn't look threatening to anyone, so why would anyone want to hurt her?

And still, Abigail was on her own. No one around to comfort her, she didn't have anyone. Everyone she loved was gone. She was stolen from them, and they were probably dead. Sometimes she wished she was dead, so she didn't have to deal with the constant pain that she had hovering her shoulders. Abigail wished that she at least had someone to bear the cold winters, the rainy days, and the simmering hot summers with so she wasn't all alone. All the while she was alone, she was accompanied by her thoughts. Her thoughts however, would potentially lead her to her downfall, or to greatness. You're the one that haunts her dreams.

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tagged: flea, hannah
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