It was late in the hideout, and most everyone was asleep, Konan wasn't though, she was right next to her, waiting for her to fall asleep. But of course, Puppet couldn't sleep. She never slept, not unless there was a tree nearby.
Quietly, and without a word, Puppet exited the room and head for the common room type area. The room didn't really have a name, it's just the place where every demented person in this hideout hung out on a regular basis.
There had been a commotion earlier, but it hadn't registered in Puppet's mind, she was weak, she hadn't eaten, hadn't slept, and hadn't drank ever since she got there. At times like these, she hated being a Harpy. She sighed heavily, as she heard the sound of scampering across the floor.
Quickly Puppet's acute senses pinpointed the sound, and watched at a small creature skidded around the room, like a mouse seeking any kind of food it could find.
It was a good thing her senses were stronger than any humans, by far. She focused on the shape, and was able to discover that it was a spider. Oh how she hated spiders. They were so sadistic. Look at what they do to their prey? They trap them in their web, then they wrap this up in a silk cocoon and then... they save it for later like a treat. All the while, the prey will struggle for any release.
With a quick withdraw and throw of a dagger, the spider's blood leaked onto the floor. Good thing it was a red carpet. She went over, and got a bit of the blood on her finger and licked it off, a little tangy, but it restored some of her strength. Feeling better, she skipped off to Konan's room, to find her asleep. Puppet laughed a little, and took her spot in the corner and fell asleep.
Humming an old lullaby to remember the days. That she longed to remember.
