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Bird song rang in her ears, casting an almost serene ambience to the dense forest. She took a bit of a break, having sit on a makeshift table from an old chopped down oak. *Stupid… the oak still had time to enjoy the birds, why cut it down?* Anima couldn’t understand humans… always destroying things that didn’t do anything wrong.
But she is grateful for the tree, as well as the rocks next to it, *a nice little picnic table.* Also a nice place to doodle, the canopy the trees allowing hints and rays of light to let her draw in her sketchbook. The leather cover barely holding all the scribbles and pieces of her heart she let out on the pages. Her pencil glided through the page, marks and etches of a new design for her client. *A mascot for a bakery…*
Until a snap of a branch made her ears twitch, turning in the direction of the disturbance. She twisted in her seat, eyes trained like a predator as she scanned the area. *Just like mom trained me…* Nothing seemed off, the birds almost mocking her for her paranoia, until she heard another snap of a branch, this time next to her. She almost jumped out her seat when a figure stared back at her through the foliage, glowing and menacing. Until she looked closer. *A friendly face! At least… I hope….*
“Hello…? Who’s there,” Anima asks, her head tilting like a lost pup.
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