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Halo had been born in the middle of the chaos and racism that seemed to so often exist between wolves and coyotes. A child of both worlds partly raised by a wolfess with the softest ivory fur and brainwashed by a dark man with dark storms in his eyes. She could have lived a better life and been a better person. She could also have turned into something much worse than what she currently was. She watched the male slowly reach into his pocket and draw out a knife. An arrogant snort escaped the warrior woman then, not at all intimidated by his blade as long as she held on to her own, larger one. He even let go of it, placing it on the counter along with the weird. Why would a canine wear a hat? The mental question was idiotic and unnecessary, because she was a user of certain human clothing and so on herself. The short shorts and the beautiful piece of cloth tied around her waist was a clear indicator alone.
His question was odd and she wondered why he couldn’t just leave her like she had advised him to. She was looking for herself, searching for answers and trying to find the person she thought she should be. Of course he would be unable to understand this. He had chosen the life of a wolf and why should he wish to socialize with a coyote – a coyote that showed no desire to socialize with him? He could not be trusted. The world was a dark and cruel place – not even Inferni was a safe place anymore. Not even Lykois could be fully trusted. Her sword rose and drifted towards him as she advanced slowly, hoping to push on to create a large distance between the two. Only now did she remember that she had met one from his pack in the past. ”You’re prettier than the hideously scarred woman I met from your pack a good while ago,” the young woman commented as she continued to approach with her sharply pointed blade aimed at his heart.