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She hadn’t meant to leave Dahlia, and in a sense maybe it was to late to come back. The sable girl felt her teeth grind together, she never let something just settle so easily. Blue eyes hardened with a determined fire to match the heat in her gut. Determination and passion was something the she wolf had plenty of but no idea what it was. The hair along her spine rose and her ears flattened on her skull. Conor didn’t seem to accept her as she was; it extinguished all warmth inside her instantly. Had she done wrong to be asked to behave now? Confusion ripped at her gut while azure eyes faded back to empty pits. His next words ignited the urge to leave again. Was he trying to say she wasn’t welcome here? ”Had I done something wrong?” She asked it to confirm her suspicion. Baby blues gazed into his lavender orbs with that same hint of innocence that they had possessed when he had last seen her. Still ignorant to so many things Night didn’t know what she was missing in this situation.
Numb she looked away from him to something else where. Her monotone voice filled the air again. ”What must be done?” She didn’t understand what she was going to have to do, but to obtain the warmth more often then she would have to stay here. She didn’t speak much and was awkward around others, but if that was what had to be done she would survive to feel something other then this heavy brick in her gut all the time. |
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