[Rani]

A lone molly wander through the beaten plain fighting the snow and wind in equal measures as she trecked. Where she was going? Well even she couldnt say but that she was aiming for better places then this desolation.



If further asked who she was she'd simply answer June and where she belonged she'd say nowhere, as she'd long since left anything she could claim to call home. It wasnt spite or malice that drove her away simply the slow treck of time, inevitable and slow that meant she no long belonged. That was ok, she wasnt upset by that truth just... adrift, trying to find somewhere new. She'd drifted here it seemed plodding through the snow ear twitching until.... A strike! And the molly emerged once more now dusted with snow two small mice in maw to sustain herself for another day. One more day, an apt description for her life.


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