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Lolita Monroe · 04-10-2010, 09:34 PM

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500+ words.

It seemed as though the deceased woman's world had been flipped upside down in the last few weeks. Those that she had previously considered her friends had set fire to her pack, her home. She had been one of the ones to help stop the blaze, earning her a small, discrete scar beneath her left eye where a larger ember had attached itself. It was the emotional wounds that were hard on her, since physical pain did nothing to her. She was dead already, after all, so what did it matter if her physical body was tarnished? Lolita knew that she would wander the earth for all of eternity, until every living creature died and even longer than that, but she had believed that she had found a few friends in the area. Kaena and Anselm both were canines she had grown to like and it pained her terribly, the dull ache present with every breath, to know that they could so easily do something like set fire to Dahlia de Mai, knowing she was living there. Their fight had been with Haku and maybe a few specific Dahlians — setting fire to the entire pack had been a cowardly and disgusting move, even in the hectic and dire times of war.

Similarly, she had been another one who had simply followed Haku Soul blindly. Miss Monroe had not taken part in any of the battles, though she had fought against the flames, but she had followed and trusted him all the same. Her thoughts flitted back to her first meeting with the chocolate-furred former Rosen. He had seemed so concerned for the pack, and so certain that he was the only one who realized the dangers they were in, and he had led them to this. Lolita had believed him so strongly, and in that meeting she had lost all respect she had once held for Cmwfen nic Graine, and she had extinguished any possible respect for the former Rosea, Cercelee, whom she had never even once laid eyes upon. Perhaps that had been okay, though, as the former Rosea had left them when things began to go downhill, leaving them in the hands of Haku. Lolita was angry with herself for following him with such crtainty; there was nothing she could be certain of in this world. She had always known that.

As she listened, dead eyes circled the gathering. She knew none of these people. Her life was nothing that she could be proud of, and the only friends she had thought she'd had were gone now, she was sure. It was time for her to make a change, to acknowledge that this pack was not only the home she had considered it, but these wolves were supposed to be her family. Lolita doubted she could even consider any of them friends, since she did not know them. It was time to do things differently, she decided, just as things were now being changed within the pack. She was not upset by the rank changes in the least. Her former pack had not been very humanized and had clung to the old-fashioned hierarchy of older wolf packs, with the exception of the ridiculous and insane Elders. The creamy woman awaited the time when Conor would come to speak with her, curious to know what was to be her future here. Things needed to change, in the pack and in the dead woman herself.

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