Xenri ! female
Ragged breathing is always suspicious when it sounds in an otherwise silent forest at dusk.
It was coming from a rather bedraggled-looking thing who, for once, appeared exactly like she was supposed to: as a Lykuhna. She tried to ignore the strange, unpredictable transformations she went through every month, but it was nearly impossible for others to. She may as well have been taken from her own body and slapped into another's, so unrecognizable they made her. The only thing that always remains is her eyes. Not even her voice is left intact.
Right now, that was the farthest thing from her mind. She was more worried about keeping away from the enraged "partner" she had been sent from the Cirque with. No member was allowed out alone, but it made the Lykuhna depressed. She'd had enough of the constant surveillance during her time at the labs.
"Xenri, get back here, damnit, I'll have your neck!"
If Xenri had had enough air to breathe properly, she still would not have replied to this. She kept perfectly still, hiding up on a branch of a thick tree. Just a few more minutes, and this escapade would be successful; a few more minutes, and she would be free.
She just wanted to be able to return home when this (whatever it was) was all over.
(Ugh. Please excuse the horrid use of tense, Mousen! D:> I promise, the next few will be better <3)