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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Pocahontas<br/><b>Location:</b>The Forest<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Maleficent (Her fox technically but still), heading towards Scarlet & Fenrir<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>The lone Native American princess had been desperately doing in and everything in her power to think. She couldn't just stay put here, that much was obvious. But really, where could she go to? Was there even a location she could try to travel to and<i>not</i>risk being sought after? Few places were coming to her mind. She'd heard rumors that many places in France had gone from their more typical routines to a more chaotic form of life. So that was one she had been on the fence about for a while. In it's own ways, that could be a possibility for her. She might be able to somehow mingle in and keep herself hidden away. At the same time, the thought made her inwardly scoff. She stuck out so easily with her darker colored skin and everything. There was almost no way for her to stay concealed. Maybe a day or a few if she was lucky. But after that?<br/><br/>The sounds of something moving made her hands move away in time to see a fox. Her head tilted as she noticed the unique look the creature had to it, especially the fur. Was ... that normal? Not that she'd seen or known about. A copper hand raised to wipe away what tears remained as she slowly stood up. Even if it was only to study the fox more, Pocahontas definitely felt obliged to follow it. It was likely a reckless and foolish idea, she realized. But somewhere deep down inside, she just felt like she<i>had</i>to follow it. Hell, maybe this was the answer on what she should do? She had been looking for a sign of sorts and if this fox was it .. well ... it'd be more stupid to ignore the animal.<br/><br/>"Lead on .. " she finally spoke, barely in a whisper. As unique as the fur was, those eyes had ... a mesmerizing sort of look to them. It only seemed to strengthen the abrupt urge to follow the fox. But it finally began to dawn on Pocahontas of what may have been an even more honest reason for wanting to follow it. Usually, she could empathize with any beings of nature. Yet, she couldn't detect anything from it. That was bothering her and even slightly disturbing Pocahontas. She hadn't lost her touch, not to her knowledge. And even if she did, she would have definitely known about it. Divine punishment, regardless of who performed it, was always known about to the unfortunate receiver.<br/><br/>Thus in the princess's case, Pocahontas would have been told by ... whomever wound up trying to remove her abilities. In fact, the more she contemplated on that ever happening, the more it made a shiver trail down her spine. It was honestly a scary thought as the empathy had actually helped guide and even save her a few times.<br/><br/>Her head quickly shook from side to side, making a few raven bangs do so in the process, as her eyes remained on the fox, allowing it to lead her.<br/><br/>Where to and why ... well ... hopefully she would know or be able to find out soon.