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oye, finally i get time to reply~ <3. 683 words
Maybe the coyote before her had managed to live as long as she had because of those scars. Because in order to survive in this world, you had to fight, even-tempered virtue just didn't cut it these days. Sofia was going to make it to two. She was pretty confident that she'd be able to survive the two months or so between now and her birthday. Three, though, was basically out of the question. Her current best estimate was January or so. Around the new year would be nice, very poetic, it would make a very lovely story. If she was lucky, she might get a few more months; if not, a few less. More than one more September? Not going to happen.
Kaena complimented Sofi's answer, but she didn't think it was anything she really deserved. She just found it really hard to hold any grudges or cling to any prejudices she'd been taught. What was the point? It was never pleasant, no matter how it turned out - fighting, avoidance, awkwardness, whatever. Sofia didn't have the time to waste with that sort of triviality, not any more, and even before the full weight of mortality descended upon her shoulders she had been remarkably easy to get along with.
Her own father had been pretty scarred. Physically in abundance, plus his crippled back leg. And mentally, even more so. It was something she sort of believed that one picked up inevitably with age. Even if you didn't fight, sometimes it was unavoidable, and some of Daddy's scars had been caused by sources other than the teeth of a fellow canine. Sofia nodded at the comment about not crossing coyotes, and then her amendment to include everyone in that statement. Of course, of course.
But then Kaena answered her question, and Sofia's ears perked up as she focused intently on what she was saying, determined not to let so much as a syllable slip by unprocessed. She missed the vulnerability and insecurity in the older female's tone, so wrapped up was she in her own. Huh, being reborn. That was.. interesting. Sofia supposed all memories must be lost in the process, if it were true, 'cause she certainly didn't remember any previous lives. It was a nice idea, and it would be cool to think that this wasn't really all.. gone, once she was. That she would still be able to hunt and explore and play, even if through an entirely different body. Sofi couldn't help but be a bit skeptical, though, especially after Kaena shrugged her disbelief of the thought.
Blood and memory. It made some sort of sense, but all of these theories sort of did. Sofi wasn't sure she liked this idea more than the last, though.. The only memory, the only canine that had ever really known her had been her father, and as disturbing as it was to acknowledge that he wasn't immortal, he was getting sort of old himself. No one else from back home would likely remember for very long. Maybe the old doctor, when he flipped through his books and remembered the missing pages and the girl that suffered by them. And blood.. well, she didn't have children. Never would, either. In the other direction, her mother was dead, and her father never knew her. Memories without blood, blood without memories. Sofia couldn't believe that either was strong enough to bring her back, to tether her soul as a ghost.
"I'm afraid of dying." Sofi said simply. She had picked up slightly on a hint of fear in Kaena's voice and face, and wondered if it could really be true. If this.. warrior, this coyote, who wasn't even bothered by the thunder and the lightning.. (A boom, and yet another flinch from the girl). So she spoke her own heart on the matter. Even if Kaena didn't really want to admit to such a thing (Sofi knew enough that fear was shameful to be embarrassed, but didn't care enough to keep quiet on the subject), well, maybe she could comfort herself in the process of comforting the silly young girl.
Maybe the coyote before her had managed to live as long as she had because of those scars. Because in order to survive in this world, you had to fight, even-tempered virtue just didn't cut it these days. Sofia was going to make it to two. She was pretty confident that she'd be able to survive the two months or so between now and her birthday. Three, though, was basically out of the question. Her current best estimate was January or so. Around the new year would be nice, very poetic, it would make a very lovely story. If she was lucky, she might get a few more months; if not, a few less. More than one more September? Not going to happen.
Kaena complimented Sofi's answer, but she didn't think it was anything she really deserved. She just found it really hard to hold any grudges or cling to any prejudices she'd been taught. What was the point? It was never pleasant, no matter how it turned out - fighting, avoidance, awkwardness, whatever. Sofia didn't have the time to waste with that sort of triviality, not any more, and even before the full weight of mortality descended upon her shoulders she had been remarkably easy to get along with.
Her own father had been pretty scarred. Physically in abundance, plus his crippled back leg. And mentally, even more so. It was something she sort of believed that one picked up inevitably with age. Even if you didn't fight, sometimes it was unavoidable, and some of Daddy's scars had been caused by sources other than the teeth of a fellow canine. Sofia nodded at the comment about not crossing coyotes, and then her amendment to include everyone in that statement. Of course, of course.
But then Kaena answered her question, and Sofia's ears perked up as she focused intently on what she was saying, determined not to let so much as a syllable slip by unprocessed. She missed the vulnerability and insecurity in the older female's tone, so wrapped up was she in her own. Huh, being reborn. That was.. interesting. Sofia supposed all memories must be lost in the process, if it were true, 'cause she certainly didn't remember any previous lives. It was a nice idea, and it would be cool to think that this wasn't really all.. gone, once she was. That she would still be able to hunt and explore and play, even if through an entirely different body. Sofi couldn't help but be a bit skeptical, though, especially after Kaena shrugged her disbelief of the thought.
Blood and memory. It made some sort of sense, but all of these theories sort of did. Sofi wasn't sure she liked this idea more than the last, though.. The only memory, the only canine that had ever really known her had been her father, and as disturbing as it was to acknowledge that he wasn't immortal, he was getting sort of old himself. No one else from back home would likely remember for very long. Maybe the old doctor, when he flipped through his books and remembered the missing pages and the girl that suffered by them. And blood.. well, she didn't have children. Never would, either. In the other direction, her mother was dead, and her father never knew her. Memories without blood, blood without memories. Sofia couldn't believe that either was strong enough to bring her back, to tether her soul as a ghost.
"I'm afraid of dying." Sofi said simply. She had picked up slightly on a hint of fear in Kaena's voice and face, and wondered if it could really be true. If this.. warrior, this coyote, who wasn't even bothered by the thunder and the lightning.. (A boom, and yet another flinch from the girl). So she spoke her own heart on the matter. Even if Kaena didn't really want to admit to such a thing (Sofi knew enough that fear was shameful to be embarrassed, but didn't care enough to keep quiet on the subject), well, maybe she could comfort herself in the process of comforting the silly young girl.