if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Her butt wiggled, that bushy tail flopping behind her as her hazel eyes stared intently at the strawberries in front of her. The full moon was rising tonight and as of such, it was quite near demanded of the were-woman abandon her human flesh in favor of that russet fur. Her fridge had, admittedly, been rather empty of late, her friends all too preoccupied to accompany her to the store. The large building and its plethora of people and things were still overwhelming to the young woman, resulting in a striking diminutive amount of fruit within her home - and how she adored them! The juicy sweetness! The crispness! Ugh, she like...needed it! It was only natural that, with her twitching little nose, the very first thing she had been drawn to was the very scent of fruit. She waddled down the sidewalks of the neighborhood, pausing here and there to better get a sense of where that tasty goodness was that so taunted and teased her. It hardly took her long to come across those vines that decorated the fence of one of her neighbors, prompting the young girl on her back feet as she reeaaaccchhhheedd for those plump red berries!

Abigail was oblivious to the doll-like vampire that watched her, much less to the way the shadows seemed to move around the youthful French girl. Abigail's own affinities were...well...lacking at best. Most either went wholly unused or equally as unnoticed by the girl when life took up so much of her...well....life. Between her part-time job, her full-time school and her boyfriend, Abigail had distinctly little time to spend worrying over her gifts, leaving them perhaps as unwieldy and dormant as ever. The little panda bounced upon her tip-toes, trying to get closer towards the strawberries whilst entirely inattentive to the fashion in which she was being stalked. In fact, it wasn't even until she was whisked off the ground that Abigail discovered she was not alone - that sharp squeal of surprise left her animalistic lips as she was snagged, only for her instincts to inform her that, whoever held such a grasp upon her, was undead. Arlo?!?! That light, youthful voice, however, near immediately dashed any hope within her, even as she was turned to face the young woman who was, quite definitely, NOT her Arlo. Uh oh.

Abigail, naturally, remembered the young child. How could she not when it had been the second time in her WHOLE LIFE she had ever seen a dead body! Not to mention that bath she had been put through! Her hazel eyes widened as she stared at the vampire and yet, the panda had strikingly little to say at the girl's assurance that she was both a kitty and definitely shouldn't have run away. It was that squeeze that finally prompted some action from Abigail, her arms and legs flailing as that very tightness of Anna-Marie's grip prompted a wheeze from her. Too tight! Too tight! That mention of her collar, however, caused the animal to almost tuck her chin to her neck, as if that very action might hide the very absence of the ribbon - it was a futile effort, however, before the child sighed heavily with the declaration that she'd have to find another ribbon. The first one had been a struggle to get off as it was! She had been forced to resort to scissors! An almost pathetic chirp left her lips as Anna-Marie turned, clearly intending to leave with Abigail tucked into her arms, only to falter with the assurance that she had forgotten something. The last thing the little panda had anticipated was to be lifted well into reach of those red berries. A soft gasp left her lips, her hazel eyes widened before she eagerly leaned forward, bitting into the vine to steal a strawberry of her own. SO GOOD! Suddenly, this all seemed worth it - at least, for a moment.