[Ashtaroth]

   It's probably something to do with an underlying sense of inadequacy. The understanding that a single well-placed scratch could ruin her place with Anamelech, that intelligence and hard work are all that bind her to Sphinx. That her whole family are traitors, and being the exception is no badge of honour. Ashtar will either be a thriving example of Oukoku-Kai, or another death on the path to Ragnarok.
   She's a young woman overworked by her own ambition, trotting through the territory until the soreness in her limbs is all but numb, until she trips over misplaced toes, until she tumbles face-first into the dirt. Ashtar gasps, gulps, and continues on.
   She walks until she can't feel her burning lungs and pounding head. Until she forgets all their names. Until the horizon blurs and sinks; until she falls to the ground and sleeps the only way she can since Lotus was lost. Until she faints like a corseted Victorian, shocked by a tragedy like this.
   Ashtaroth is alone, unconscious in the dirt, for anyone to find.

[Felony]

Dusk was a beautiful, yet so annoying. The wonderful colors that painted the skies changed in the blink of an eyes. Many different shades, hues that one could only ever imagine seeing. The approaching darkness, calling Fell to come and follow the stars at they raised. Her bones cracking as they moved out of the still possition that they had been in for many hours during her hard slumber.
Slowly, crawling out of her den. Felony yawned, the sharp intake of breath adding oxygen to her brain and waking her up. Her lungs screamed in relief and stretched for the welcome air. The coolness was a welcome thing for the dark furred female, it meant that a new beginning was going to be starting for her soon. For them all, new life was going to be coming to the valley soon, she just knew it.

So, stretching, the young female started her journey. She headed out of her den and towards the right. Tonight, she felt like finding something small to eat and nothing was better then finding a good rabbit den that hid a sleeping fuzball that was ripe for the taking. 
A small grin played on her muzzle as she trotted along, happy that the darkness was taking over the land instead of the annoying sun.

Although, her good mood was short lived as it seemed that someone decided to lay in her way. "Hey!" She said in a stern voice. Scowling as she got no movements from the body that was on the dirt. "I,Say, Hay!" Fell spaced out her words as she approached, making sure to speak loudly so that she was heard.

Once she was right next to the uncontious body though, Fell froze. Her anger quickly changing to confusion and worry. "H-hey." Her voice, that was once filled with annoyance, showing that it'd got a soft side as well. "Y-your not dead are you?" Stupid, dead bodies can't speak. Felony gulped as she looked at the body then around her to make sure that no one was around. She debated on rather or not to just walk away and let someone else deal with her, but she'd feel guilty if she didn't at least try to do something. So, she raised her front right paw and gave the corpse a smack to the face. "Wake, up corpse!"

[Ashtaroth]

   Last time she was caught "sleeping on the job" as Ashtar would characterise it, was Raphael. Her only brother had come to find her facedown in the sand, had put his meager weight on her ribcage, and shushed her panic as she awoke. "Go back to sleep, Ash," he had said, trying desperately to keep balance despite his shattered spine, "I can make the pain go away."
   She regains some sentience with a paw at her face, and instinctively bites it. Milk teeth have been replaced with canines meant to tear, and she had crippled Raphael before that. Well. More than he had been.
   Ashtaroth wrenches away, blood on her teeth, yet to be determined if it's Felony's or her own, snarling and bristled as she fights to her feet. Such a brutish display for a porcelain doll. Someone should stop her before she breaks another of Mama's toys.

[Felony]

This isn't good. This dead body really is that, dead and now everyone will think she killed tem just because sheis the one that found it. Just Felony's f***ing luck. Narrowing her bright blue eyes, the tri colored female was about to pull her paw back from the pretty little dead thing, but stopped and winced as sharp teeth bit down on her didgets.

An annoyed growl escaped Felony as her eyes narrowed, locking in on the thing that dared sink it's way into her flesh. "So you're not dead." She mused as the creature let her go and rolled away like a scared little puppy. Felon's eye watch the little one's movements, making sure that no more surprise attacks were going to be coming her way on neutral turf.

"So, are you sick or something?" Fel asked, looking down at the paw she was holding off of the ground. She scowled as a little bit of blood started to drip and fall to the ground. She made a 'tisk' sound, annoyed with the idea of having to bandage a would from something like this. "Or just to useless to hold yourself together?"