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Drin was glad Jiva hadn’t been there, though at the time she wished anyone of help would’ve walked by or heard her screams to save her from the madman with the knives, but today...she could honestly say she was happy her beloved was spared the sight. It was one thing to feel helpless for not being there, but it was an entirely different animal to be in the place where it had happened and to be unable to stop the violence Aram breathed. Drin wasn’t a fighter herself, but she had the body of a hunter and used this strength to fall many prey in her time, but nothing...no amount of pouncing and successful kills could’ve prepared her for the strength of the mottle coyote.
He pinned her multiple times and each time it was as if her defiance fueled his power. She couldn’t imagine the smiling brute wielding a knife in the face of the one she loved, nor could she bare to have him see her so disrespected and maimed. In the end, she was happy to have her life, despite the nightmares that kept her awake at night and the slow healing wounds he had inflicted upon her. She would never wish the sight of that day on anyone...and still wasn’t ready to share the knowledge of what happened that still haunted her. That alone was enough to make one’s stomach crawl or cause a pack member’s blood to boil, but Drin wasn’t ready to send her family off on a wild goose chase. Aram could be dust in the wind by this point....and she had no intentions of finding him anytime soon, despite his threats.
Palaydrian noticed Jiva’s blush and momentary fluster with pleasure. She was sure he felt the same way about her now, but her attention turned to his demonstration and with awe she watch how he held his pen and tried to mimic the same with the one he handed to her. She tried her left hand first but that felt rather odd as she realized her right was the more dominant hand. Holding the pen still felt awkward, but once she found a placement that felt “right” she went with that.
She felt a little nervous to put the pen to paper and it showed on her face, but she gently placed the lead tip to the edge and began to draw a curved arc across the page. Her smile broadened as she realized the mark followed her movements. That’s...this is amazing! She exclaimed, holding up the pen to look at it with wonder before re examining her work on the paper.
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