[MaMa] Still my body aches

[Mew Sadira]

Just since Mew is canonicaly dead: for simplicity's sake, I am playing her as if Vesle's litter is now grown up. I.e. she has three children, but they are not with her.

She's somewhat disfigured: her right ear is gone and the area around it is a little scarred. She has a large scar across her stomach.

She's in lupus form!

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http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/v ... ablebg.jpg);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:top;"> Mew Sadira http://i.imgur.com/UBudd.png); font-family:tahoma, verdana; color: #000; line-height:1.3em; padding:8px; text-align:justify; color: #333; "> It was amazing how life could change. Dreams these days consisted mostly of him and her. There where things in life she had not dreamed of. The number of times she had survived the terrible ache a heart could endure, the terrible falls a body could sustain without her life force seeping out of all the cracks that unevitably appeared, came with the impact. She was mellow, hushed, as she sat watching the horizon, white silken fur still and pure as snow. It was a strange place, this world, but a melody sent her throat vibrating, making every strange place a little more like home with every note. It often felt like she would never cease to be a stranger here, but again... Familiar scents surrounded her, his scent like a blanket, warming and comforting. Who would have thought she could find something like this again and again? Once, she had thought it was worth dying not to lose, but she knew now that it could dsappear, and it could come back. Whatever happened, she accepted anything readily. She knew she was a "sucker" for it, but who could blame her? Who would touch such a face? Even so, a smile played on her lips as she hummed, turning as she heard him appearing. Soft and low voice played on the air. "Aranck." It had been a strange sound, once, his name. Not so anymore.

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