escapades and hijinks

nineteenth century scotland is perfect for the adventures of hatty and will. -cough-alsofeaturingherfoxandbenny-cough-

and of course keto and kit because they have to intrude on everything. and chessie. cluster of cuteness.

The tree whipped at her hair as she ran through the woods. The silly cub had wriggled out of her arms, forcing her to search for him in the growing dusk. Impatient, she shoved her curly red hair out of her eyes, her smoky violet eyes straining to see any movement. The little black fox cub was one she'd recused a few days ago, but already they had formed a tight bond.
The sounds of the woods around her didn't bother her. She'd been travelling through them for a while, and was used to them now. Instead, what she was turned to was the sound of the cub's movements.

The cheshire cat had found the fox and was sitting in her cat form watching the cub muck around, her bright yellow eyes were interested but not dangerous she had no interest in hurting the fox cub if anything she was curious about the smell of it. The black and purple cat reached out to bat at the cub with her claws sheathed a playful air about her as the cat mewed why do you have the smell of an old friend on you young one her tail twitched and her ears perked hearing the sounds of something coming.

Hearing a meow that seemed familiar, she headed in that direction. Worried about the cub - he was only a few weeks old - she took no notice of her surroundings.
When she burst into the glade, she stopped dead, staring at the cat. She knew her. It had been years. But she still knew her.
Keeping her eyes on the cat, she picked up the fox, cradling him gently, making sure he was alright. Deep down, she knew he would be. Her scent was all over him, keeping him safe.

The cat lifted her eyes to her old friend and gave a twisted smile, shifting she stretched giving a delightedly insane giggle "Oh Hattsie! its been so long, ten years has it not since my little yellow eyes have seen your mauve ones" twirling a finger through her dyed blond hair she paused to sniff the air her eyes narrowing a little "Theres some others in the woods tonight old friend" brilliant yellow eyes cast through the night before she returned her attention to her friend speaking in her normal pitched tones "Shiny objects suit you" she stepped forward to sniff the fox again a grin spreading on her features "Hes cute, name?"

A grin spread across Skye's face, and she pushed her hat back on her head, where it wasn't in danger of falling off.
"It has," she agreed, relaxing. Glancing down at the fox cub, she let him climb up to her shoulder, where he curled, somehow balancing perfectly.  "I've called him Mordhel," she answered the question, and plonked her butt on the ground. "What's brought you out here?"

The cat floated up into the air and stretched out there on her back chewing on a long piece of grass she'd found "Searchin for shinies and trinkets" not even skye knew of the cheshire cats past, she kept it to herself not wishing for the world to know of her weaknesses and tortured past. Instead she rolled onto her belly looking down at her friend "Whatcha doin' in this neck of the woods?" chessie was probably one of the few people who got away with calling Skye Hattsy or hattie. It was a special privilege just as only Skye was allowed to call chessie Cat.

Skye shrugged. Pushing her rebellious hair out of her face, she leant back on her hands, looking at the other girl. It had been a long time since she'd last seen Cat, and now that she had, she could see that nothing much had changed. She still seemed to be the defensive, secretive girl she'd always known.
"I'm going home," Skye answered, almost wistfully. It too had been a long time since she'd been home. Longer than not seeing Cat. She wanted to be home again, to be among the wild roses that had taken over the outside of her tiny cottage deep within the woods. Where she wouldn't be found. Where she couldn't be gawked at.
On her shoulder, Mordhel moved slightly, his thin whiskers brushing her cheek and tickling her. She smiled, reaching up to pat him,and then froze.
Something had startled her, and it wasn't the noise of an animal. Rising to her feet in an instant, her instincts screaming at her to run, she forced herself to hold still. She had the cub to protect now. It wasn't just herself.

Mordhel was the first to see the figures. At the sight of the gleaming yellow eyes, he shot upwards, curling on top of Skye's head in terror, shaking violently. She reached up, offering comfort, but she was shaking too. She couldn't afford to be taken captive again, not with the fox with her, and with Chessie nearby. She kept herself poised to flee, her breath coming quicker.
"Who's there?"
It was a risk, she knew, to call out. But she preferred the enemy she knew than the enemy she didn't. She had to know just who she was running from, she had no wish to add to the scars that were already around her wrists and ankles.

Chessie gave a low warning hiss, landing on the ground she moved to stand beside Skye "Go skye, i will distract them" she couldn't miss the shaking of her friend and after nosing her gently she stood infront of the amythest eyed woman letting out a tense warning yowl "Come on out so i can see your faces or are you coward enough to hide in the shadows, i can smell you, two wolves and a human male" her own yellow eyes flashed defiantly and dangerously her form blocking the view of her friend she let her eyes trail from the two pairs of wolf eyes to the direction she could hear the human.

Skye shook her head, refusing to leave. "No." She would not be scared away again. she would face her fear, refusing to run. She'd run for long enough, and this was her home. She wasn't leaving it.
Murmuring to the fox cub, she coaxed him down from her hat, letting him curl in her arms. She wasn't sure if the shaking was him or her, but she guessed it was both. She knew that she was shaking. The scars on her wrists taunted her, reminding her everyday of what the man had done to her, what he had forced her to do.