3/31/2026, 7:53 PM
Benji's adjusting to life within the Howff a little easier than she thought she would. She isn't always there, longer term residents trawl it consistently and she admires their dedication to stasis, but each time she returns when her ventures wane or her bones feel weary, and that means something to a degree.
It doesn't mean her tolerance for ruckus has developed to match, however.
Tonight the noise and chatter draws her from the Row in search of a quieter locale to inhabit.
It's never so simple as that though. She isn't necessarily wired but to settle down and still isn't immediately appealing.
She wants quiet, not rest.
Fresh snow and sharp frost dusts the land, making for an easy time tracking prey-paths where her stomach is concerned. Despite the frigidity, she's managed to steal her fill of winter thin creatures with little complication. Tonight is no different.
Benji's head sweeps low, nose attentive to the criss-crossing impressions of a hare ambling north. It's a languid trail she follows and for this, she doesn't remain as alert as is typical. If a hare isn't concerned, why would she be anything less than content? There's an answer waiting for her in the heather. Tall, weathering long grasses sway when she presses forward. The scent of hare intensifies but so does that of fear. Sudden, absolute fear. Then she sees it.
The hare stilled, offering not so much as a nose twitch.
She does not think of the absurdity in that.
She does not think why.
Benji only lunges for it and wastes no moment in securing her jaws around its squealing frame.
It doesn't mean her tolerance for ruckus has developed to match, however.
Tonight the noise and chatter draws her from the Row in search of a quieter locale to inhabit.
It's never so simple as that though. She isn't necessarily wired but to settle down and still isn't immediately appealing.
She wants quiet, not rest.
Fresh snow and sharp frost dusts the land, making for an easy time tracking prey-paths where her stomach is concerned. Despite the frigidity, she's managed to steal her fill of winter thin creatures with little complication. Tonight is no different.
Benji's head sweeps low, nose attentive to the criss-crossing impressions of a hare ambling north. It's a languid trail she follows and for this, she doesn't remain as alert as is typical. If a hare isn't concerned, why would she be anything less than content? There's an answer waiting for her in the heather. Tall, weathering long grasses sway when she presses forward. The scent of hare intensifies but so does that of fear. Sudden, absolute fear. Then she sees it.
The hare stilled, offering not so much as a nose twitch.
She does not think of the absurdity in that.
She does not think why.
Benji only lunges for it and wastes no moment in securing her jaws around its squealing frame.
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Benji is transgender and presents as masculine;
it's okay if your character perceives her as male in initial interactions.
