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Selene found that she lived for the affections of others, magnetized towards beings of gentle ways and touches, however much that had hurt her in the past. Every time she thought of Hadley and Isa, a lump rose in her throat, threatening to choke off her breathing. The young hybrid shook the offending thoughts away, she didn't need either of them. What Isa had done was sinister, and what Hadley had bought into was stupid. Surely such beings were not cut out for the right type of survival, not taking in the righteous morals that shouldn't be left behind. And it was true, Ismeme's ways were conniving, while Hadley simply seemed to act on lust. It hadn't been fair to Selene, the tiny victim. Yet it had brought the young female to a better standing, a closeness with someone else in which she knew, knew that he wasn't there to play her.
Her jittery, fast paced soul was calmed by his soothing words. Fritz reassured her that they would return to the place, it had become her home so soon after everything that she had endured. Perhaps she was being unfair to her past lover, and his current one. But one thing she was sure of, seeing either of them ever again would not do any good. Why would she want to? The pair had broken her down, and Fritz seemed to be scrambling to reassemble those broken fragments. As they got onto their horses, the slender hybrid couldn't help it. She kept Uka as close as she could next to Anton, listening to the CLIP-CLOP of eight hooves upon the ground. Truthfully, it was making the tawny doe a little drowsy. The bag of their things had been tied to the broad back of Uka, the trinkets safe from falling. Easily, they could pass as travelers, not someone looking for a home. The thought "home" gripped her heart, home was going to be with someone who cared for her, and in turn she felt very much similar. The kiss he had given her still tingled on her lips, even after her tail waved and swished upon her creamy horse's flanks. mi sono innamorato di te The italian was a purr, her accented voice more fitting to her first language. The words were formal, never used by the young hybrid. Leaning over, Uka not showing the slightest protest, except from that of the long bark given by her lover, Selene kissed his neck softly from her horse.
Table by Nat - Textures courtesy of nac-nud
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