[PRP] Similar Fears [Libra x Macbeth]

[NymiiNym]

Realm: The Meadow
Doggos Involved: Libra (Nymphiea) x Macbeth (Belloblossom)
Time of Day: Evening

Libra wasn't sure if it was self hatred that had led her to not eating for three days straight or simple laziness. Perhaps a little bit of both. Her eyes drastically narrowed at the idea of getting up from her temporary makeshift den, paws folded outside of the small burrow she had squeezed her way into. The hill's burrow wasn't even hers, but whoever had made it had long abandoned it and now there she laid; restless and hungry.

Traveling was second-nature to Libra these days. She didn't have a home or pack, and while she liked to daydream about the day she'd find either she was currently on the hunt for something interesting to focus her attention on. Something that wasn't despair about her appearance. Unfortunately, her travels often consumed most of her thought, leading her to starving herself periodically. It wasn't uncommon for her belly to feel this way. She'd attend to it eventually. Right now she was busy pondering if she should actually get up and continue her travels or spend another night in the small but cozy den.

Maybe... she'd stay one more night.

Belloblossom

 

[belloblossom]

Macbeth spent most of her days in the Meadow, if only because she had found that plenty of other Doggos spent time here. Unfortunately, their waking hours were usually opposite to their own. Being the nocturnal lady she was, she prowled around for friendship, using the moon as her nightlight. Through her own experience, she had found that the daylight walking Doggos that cherished the sun, did not like being woken up to her golden orbs glinting down at them. They usually ran off howling or in some distressing cases, tried to attack her.

It was discouraging, to be sure, but Macbeth was certain that sooner or later she would find herself a wonderful friend to call her own, she just wasn't looking hard enough. So, when she woke up that very evening, it was early, just after the sky had turned dark and she got to hunting.

She had a theory. If she managed to catch something in the meadow, she could then present it to a potential friend. Everyone liked to eat, right? She knew she did, but she would much rather find a forever friend than a meal, though who knew? Maybe if she was lucky, she would manage to find both.

Nymphiea