who do you carry that torch for?

[Ryan de le Poer]

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The salty air clung to the damp, blackened edge of Ryan’s muzzle as she inhaled. It had always been a soothing scent to her, even when the water pulled out from the bay at low tide and the air took on a whole new aroma – one most would refer to as a stench. Whatever, Ryan associated this with home now. She had only been here for a year, but that was what Inferni had become. There was more history here within the past twelve months than there could have ever been in the first year of Ryan’s life. She had come to realize that even if hard times fell over her and her heart, this place would always be home. No matter what.      "Oh," she turned the flawed de le Poer gaze onto Gabriel, "I’m sorry." It didn’t seem as if they had been back for very long before departing again. Perhaps they had found something out there they felt was bigger and better than their clan tucked along the shore. "Do you know where they’ve gone again?"

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