.Throw.Me.Out.With.The.[Trash].

[Bleu]

.Color.Me.[Bleu].

Trash- maybe that was what everyone thought she was...they sure acted like she was. They all treated her differently, as if she was sick or something. Trash was useless- she was useless. Maybe there was a great similarity there. Perhaps she was trash, and maybe that was why she came to The Junkyard. Even Heru had yelled at her- her best friend. Her mother and father- even Daisuke had pushed her away. She didn't understand why back then- partially because she had been barely weaned, and now she still didn’t understand. She had been no different from them, but still they had turned her coldly away. She had accepted that. That's why she hadn't saved them when they needed her the most. That's why she hadn't considered their insolence and had left them- just simply left them. In the end, it hadn't been her fought; they were the mutts that had turned her away from the only warmth in her soul. Now she was nothing but street trash- as the local dogs called her. She didn't care what they called her- they were just dumb creatures that hid behind their master’s leg. They were disgraces, not she. She was a loner, someone who survived on her own, and didn't need some primate's help to live.

Nails clipped against the dusty brown soil, which rose up around her paws and staining her peppery black pelt. Pillars carried her form steadily and swiftly, and she maneuvered knowingly around the piles of junk and treasure. Humans were such messy creatures. The young vix snorted as the disgusting aroma of rotting fish entered her nose. Very messy creatures. Deep obsidian-like optics gazed around the yard, looking for anything that was of little- if any interest. Junk, boxes, mattresses, sticks, dead rats, a pickle, and...a SpiderMan doll. She chuckled lightly, shaking her crown at human's....well weirdness. Could they not throw a bone in here once in a while? Or they have to give them all to their overweight pets? Pausing as a still fairly new sofa came into view; she changed her course and headed toward it. And with one jogging leap, she landed 'pon the sofa with a graceful step. Lifting her crown for a moment, she inhaled deeply checking for anyone that would harm- wel tryl to harm her. When nothing came, she circled a few times- as every canine does, then finally with an exhausted grunt relaxed to the sofa.

.In.This.[Everlasting].Silence.