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Her travel from the coyote lands into the unclaimed world of Halifax took time, and was made easier on four legs. While she would have taken the time to dash across the Dampwoods, her pace was slowed. Her mind was slowed. Everything was warped into a sad representation of life itself. Nothing seemed bright. Since her encounter with Samael Lykoi, the uncle who had forsaken her father's lands while keeping honor in the name 'Lykoi', her world lacked color. She had left and returned so frequently, and though she had been forgiven, Halo was right. She didn't deserve to be there. Gabriel shouldn't have allowed her to return.
As she entered the city, slim quadruped transforming into the underweight bipedal body she wore while walking through Inferni, she felt the dull ache in her ribs. The wound from landing under a tree was still straining on her body, though days had passed without fault. She had rested. She had become restless. She had wandered. Without realizing, she had irritated the splintered bone with her transformations and mad sprints over land. And it was time to rest again.
The russet princess made her way to a store, some store that had once sold furniture of a nice quality. It was left with a few salvageable items, but little that truly represented what had once been. It held something else that wasn't at all furniture, as well; lying atop a comfortable but worn-looking couch was a younger male, a handsome mix of cinnamon and cream. He appeared to be sleeping, giving her the courage to move closer and examine him in easier light. One slender hand reached down to retrieve the cast away remnants of the joint he'd been smoking at some point before she entered.
As the air cleared of the smell, a new scent reached her nose. An all too familiar scent that clung to the stranger like clothes might. It was different, subtly, but it was there. Her thoughts twisted back to years before, when Haku Soul had brought her behind enemy lines. Dahlia de Mai. Startled, the Lykoi woman jerked herself away, taking several steps back from him and knocking over items in the process. Anxious, she turned in an attempt to catch them. "Dammit!"
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