pride and pain

Vesper · 11-07-2011, 01:19 PM

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Vesper was somewhat glad she was used to pain; it was emotional traumas that really hurt her, and right now she was too exhausted to feel anger for the young bitch that had attacked her. She resolved not to move, very conscious of the stitches, and looked the medic over again. She had never met one with jackal blood before, though that was certainly what was dominant; she’d heard enough to know the characteristics. She could smell coyote as well, however, which only befit the clan. She remembered the runt she’d met at the borders saying that there were few coyotes, and she could tell now that she’d meant purebreds.

But she felt a certain kinship to these creatures. After all, she had not asked for wolf blood. Her creation was an unfortunate fluke, and while it leant her some strength and social instincts, she had always identified slightly more with her coyote side.

Enkiel informed her that she would stay here, and Vesper lowered her ears slightly. She was grateful for a place to stay, especially if it meant protection, but the self-preserving side of her had to question his motives. “You would house an outsider?” she asked. He didn’t seem like the altruistic type of guy—not against healing someone who needed it, perhaps, but she doubted he went along taking in every stray with a thorn in their paw. Ves might not have done the same, in his place, especially with winter coming.

She nodded when he mentioned something to ease the pain. It was tolerable right now, though she was certain that movement would reawaken the pain. And sleep—sleep sounded heavenly, drugged or not.

“Vesper,” she murmured after a few moments of silence. “My name is Vesper.”

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