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Set in borgata Colotl, late morning.
As much as remaining there made her unconfortable, the shy flower had to return to the place where her sister and her were obligated to see each other. That was part of the reason why the girl had been roaming away from her sister. She wanted some space, she wanted to get to know the pack by herself rather than by the other eternian's side.
Her orange colored hair flowed behind her as she made her way out of the ruins' mangled hallways. It was not usual for her towake up when the golden star was already bathing the earth with its warm rays, but lastly that had happened with more frequency. More than once she had woken up to find the other residents already awake or gone. Luckly she did not display an important role among the pack, for she would've already been punished for not fulfilling her duties. She didn't bother on putting her hair into her usual ponytail; instead, she allowed it to frame her delicate features. The golden ring, as always, outstanded on her face. She had already been confused with a slave, yet her naiveness led her to put said garment back on its place once the other canine left. As long as she knew who she was, what she was, she wouldn't remove the ring.
Sheltering herself between the folliage that covered the floor, she observed the space that surrounded her. An object caught her eye in that moment. Led by a natural curiosity, she crawled towards said object. Her padded hands collected it from the floor, and she was surprised to see that what she had in her hands was a rudimentary stone knife. The twilght of her eyes explored the weapon as she felt it with her other hand. the tool felt cold and rough, but the borders were still sharp. Maybe somebody threw this out here. she thought. Her senses told her that there were no other canines around, but she decided to wait on her spot. The sight of the knife gave her an idea, though. During her past life she had learned nothing but cleaning, cooking and obeying her masters' orders. In a few words, to be a slave. But what if she learned to defend herself? The idea was inviting. All she would need was a master who would teach her some skills about self defense.
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