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######It had been days since her meeting with the black and blue woman, and Lolita had taken to laying low within the pack lands for fear of something, though she could never quite place what. Some would call her paranoid, but she supposed she was afraid of being found, though it had been six months since her death, nearly. Surely her brother would never bother looking for her again, and there was no reason that she would need to be fearful of anyone in this area of the world, so foreign to it that she was. Not a single soul had been spotted by her, and that was acceptable, but nothing was more boring than hiding out in a cave along the beach by yourself. Unfortunately, she had all of eternity to spend hiding out, so she had decided to find someone or something interesting that day. If it came down to it, she supposed eating might be a lucrative idea, considering she had not in the days since her acceptance. It was not an uncommon thing for her to go for days without eating, malnourished as she tended to appear and be.
######The pack's territory was behind her, but that didn't matter so much to her. There were no real attachments for her there, nothing to keep her grounded, with the exception of the faded leather bag she had left in the tiny cave she had chosen as hers. In that bag was the only thing that kept her going, so if anything interesting were to turn up in her adventures today, she would be sure to get back before it was too late so that she could have her things. In life, there had never been a single thing that she had been so attached to; there was only one special person. In a way, the delicious herb had come to replace her beloved sister since that fateful night. The dead barely sleep, let alone dream, but if she were to have dreams that stayed with her until the morning, she was certain that they would be of her lovely, her amazing, her beloved, her Pippa.
######Shaking out her tangled mane, the flamboyant female growled to herself for allowing herself to indulge in such thoughts so soon after finding a new (very likely temporary, since it was possible she would outlive the pack, even if it continued for a hundred years) home. "Stop that," Lolita demanded, the words holding a scathing, scolding tone directed solely upon herself. To live with regrets for her sister would only serve to bring her down more than she already was, and to sink lower than the walking dead seemed impossible. Nothing ever was, though, it seemed. As a puppy, she never would have expected that her brother would kill her, or even that she would fall in love with her own sister. Things happened when they were least expected, most certainly, but she did wish things would stop happening to her. It was already difficult enough being dead. Did she really have to be haunted by thoughts of her lively, enslaved sister? It was dreadfully unfair.
######The scent of another was growing stronger, and the creamy woman realized that she had seemingly been following the stranger. The gray female was within her line of vision, and for a moment, Lolita felt a sense of joy at having found someone else who was dead, too, but it was swiftly quelled when she realized that the other was surely alive, just with many scars and probably many stories behind them. Dropping to all fours, she continued to follow curiously, her gait awkward by her optime form being used in such a manner, her legs significantly longer than her arms. Perhaps the other really was a dead girl like herself, and she had been mistaken when thinking she was alive. Someone with so many scars and with so much experience might be alive, but it was possible that she knew something of the dead ones. It was a lonely life, but this was a brand new place for her, and she had very small hopes, though they were hard to suppress. Someone would have to be able to relate to her, then, right?
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