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She was waiting, again, for her mother. Garnet seemed to have been doing quiet a lot of waiting lately, but at least this time she was doing something relatively constructive. The black female was lying on the ground, just inside the Inferni border, doing sit-ups. Even if the first lesson had pissed her off, the coyote knew there was some wisdom in Trinity’s advice. In any case, it wouldn’t hurt her to work-out more and build up her strength. Garnet was tired of being weak, of being helpless. Hopefully, after many months or years, and quiet a few bruises, she would be strong, capable of taking care of herself, and others.
Garnet took a minute to rest, placing both hands on the ground next to her as she sat cross-legged in the grass. Panting as she looked up at the sun’s position, she realized that she had been working-out for quiet a while. Where was Asphyxia anyway? Blood red eyes scanned the desert scrub brush for a familiar black form, though not another soul could be seen. Shrugging, the female went back to her sit-ups.
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