Butterflies

Io Berlin · 04-13-2011, 12:20 PM

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'I agree' the woman said, her voice dead panning.

Revan, it would have to be Revan. He was athletic, caring, fun and most importantly, of coyote blood. If the reasons she had solidified before were not enough, the pair were now mutually bonded and there was no escaping that. Pheonix was just a wolf, nothing else. He was one of the creatures that did not deserve to tread the earth. For so many reasons, it had to be Revan she got friendly with.

Io nodded subltly, 'It is, much better than being a purposely loner'. A wanderer's life had not suited Io, she had to have purpose in her life to function properly. Wandering had nearly drove the poor girl insane, finding Inferni and being welcomed into their ranks had been the best idea yet.

The coyote hybrid nodded again, 'I have, but none I would truly consider friends yet without further conversations'. This was partly a lie, there was Revan and she supposed now she had crossed the line of friendship and into something else entirely.

A hand slipped up to her stomach, there was nothing to give her away yet, even the movement of her hand was obsured by her lengthy white hair, but she knew they were there. Eyes closed momentarily as she tried to escape her mistake and move on, there was nothing she could do. She supposed she could shift and kill them when it became dangerous to only their little bodies, but part of her couldn't do it.

Turning her attention to the female, her hand slipping away, she struck up further conversation, 'So what are you painting?' Although she was only half intrested, it did appeal to her to find out more about current clan members hobbies. Because one day she might need something and it was helpful to know where to go.

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