Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2016 20:55:10 GMT -5
'I seem to have started accumulating strays,' Taerra mused to herself as she finished her nightly prowl through the tunnels. Fearful people looked back at the gang leader—or, well, what few were awake, anyway. Some slept deeply, others? Fitfully, and others still if at all. She nodded, unable to do much to comfort them from the horrors they'd seen and witnessed.
But, in her way, she also didn't care enough to.
Her concern had always been and would always be the survival and thriving of herself, her brother, and then the people she lead alongside Teague. She didn't have time to get touchy-feely with folk. Not, at least, with trauma so fresh on their minds and faces. Still, they had her word that they'd remain safe. So, nightly prowls through the tunnels - nobody out at night and only those she was confident in to go out during the day - to make sure their defences held were a thing. She was curious about this lone camper they'd picked up not long ago, though, and so she was carefully scanning heads and faces.
Abby told her bits and pieces. Sneaky. Quiet.
Interesting in a world of humans so heavy on their feet. And she's noticed he was nimble, with a similar grace and flow to movement that she had.
A catty smirk crossed her lips, followed by a peek of her teeth, and she continued. Long and lean and yet muscular. She wondered what she could use him for, because there was no way the efforts of a few would enable so many people to thrive. She may never have received a formal education, but she knew when something practical didn't add up. She'd already been working on improvements, ways to lessen their stealing - not that it bothered her to survive, but there was a certain pride in not having to - so they would need supplies for that, on a much larger scale. They'd have to make sure the hydro continued. Something had to be done about electricity. Making sure the living quarters would be warm.
Her head quirked. Slowly.
Taerra paused on the balls of her feet, her red hair swaying, settling. Then she relaxed as Abby moved 'round the bend and slinked forward once more, looking into the basement that used to be the main floor of another shop, giving the woman a slight nod as she continued her casually curious perusal.