06-02-2008, 09:59 AM
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She had her plans ready. The female threw a last glance behind to look at the house she had called home, before she took off. She headed deeper into the territory, towards the outskirts of the little city Dahlia had consumed as they had figured out where the pack borders were. Mew was probably somewhere in the city, but the milky white female was not on her way to visit her, but her stillborn grandchildren. She had yet to show Mew the location, but she would come back to do so if she survived.
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She had her plans ready. The female threw a last glance behind to look at the house she had called home, before she took off. She headed deeper into the territory, towards the outskirts of the little city Dahlia had consumed as they had figured out where the pack borders were. Mew was probably somewhere in the city, but the milky white female was not on her way to visit her, but her stillborn grandchildren. She had yet to show Mew the location, but she would come back to do so if she survived.
She found the hearshaped rock, and noted with slight happiness that the seeds she had scattered around had begun to grow. Within a few weeks, their grave would be beautiful, A heart surrounded by flowers. They would have been loved, but faith had not wanted it to turn out like that, and had stolen them from her daughter. She did not want to talk with anyone. What was the ivory lady supposed to say? She would take off once again. She was not ever sure if she would survive the week, but she knew she was going to do the right thing.
They would forget her, and this time she would not return, because it would be over for good. For both of them. That was the way the cookie crumbled.