@DlAMONDBACK “Nothing.”
She says, a bit defensively, eyes quickly darting from left to right beneath the veil of her sunglasses.
An entire tub of ice cream spills onto the sidewalk from her seat, smearing the concrete below. Bellwether groans, sliding her hoof down her face.
“Uuuugh…”
. . .
Dawn very much does not like the way this… strange, bipedal creature is looking at her. She looks around to see if there’s anyone else in the vicinity. Nope. It’s just her. This bizarre 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 is interested in her.
She coughs.
“What? Is there something on my face?”
- in. Your. Blood.”
Her eyes narrow before turning and facing the driver, giving an affirming nod. There’s something almost venomous in the depths of her voice—the wolf underneath the sheep’s clothing.
- through. Then, she leans on the window—with effort.
“Y’see, Pawbert, we may be running 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 different things, but the destination itself is the same. You claim to want...” She sighs, mockingly. “…𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, but let’s be real. It’s power you want.
It’s -
- are so much more Zootopians who believe in the cause; believe in the strength we could wield. The dream isn’t dead. It’s just… having a little hibernation.”
She hops in the passenger seat and struggles a bit to grab the safety belt, but eventually makes it all the way -
“Oh-𝒉𝒂-𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒉-𝒉𝒐𝒉…
Because I’m their hero, Lynxely.”
The getaway vehicle creaks open its door for the sheep and reveals the driver. An antelope dressed from head to hoof in heavy, black clothing and eye-veiling sunglasses.
Bellwether turns to him with a smile.
“There -
@DlAMONDBACK Jamming time is interrupted.
This will 𝐧𝐨𝐭 do.
With an unhinged growl, she swings open the car door and marches over to the offender, a slight 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 in her eye. Her composure is just barely maintained.
“Is there something I can 𝙙𝙤 for you?”
“ . . . "
She has ideas. She has many ideas.
Bellwether has found that revenge is the perfect canvas for the mind, and the most beautiful of artistry is beginning to blossom from within it.
In other words, it’ll soon be payback time.
“It’s not a question of family, Lynxely. It’s a question of 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. Your 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 is selfishness. 𝐈’𝐦 running away? Look who’s talking.”
A bitter smile swept the mastermind’s petite face. She always liked having a point to make, especially if that truth she was -
〝 And you're just running away like this? 〞
⠀He said, following her and looking around to see if any follow of watch him have a conversation with the other.
⠀〝 ... Okay, that's true, but that doesn't mean I can't change! I don't want them to be my family anymore! 〞
- bringing about was unfortunate. It was a sadistic tendency, but she did not reject it so much as she masked it. The sheep shrugged.
“You’re running just as much as I am.”
Headlights shone the way down the left side of the road, but the criminal didn’t flinch. She recognized -