OOC here: Table & Coding © Sorin; 504 words
Symmy got into a fair amount of trouble herself. It wasn't always by her own violation though. Generally she was acting on a dare proposed by her brothers. Of course her brothers weren't around now and so she was out on her own. She had been separated from her brothers and had taken up residence in Inferni. It really didn't bother her so much to be without family. But then again her daddy had always been busy looking after and providing for his children since the demise of his mate. And well, her brothers were mean. Oftentimes they wouldn't let her follow and play with them. And well, that is where the dares came in. If Symera wanted to be able to play then she would have to complete a proposed dare where more often than not she was setup to fail. It was what had happened with the one that had ended up landing her in Inferni.
While Symmy might not be the most well adjusted child she was doing fine enough on her own. she clearly had an imagination that allowed for her to be fine and off playing by herself. She didn't see Mr. Squishy for what he truly was but as a found friend instead. It probably wasn't the most appealing toy that a child could have but she liked it. The smell of rotting flesh wasn't even all that bad. She had smelled much worse before, or at least in her mind it was a worse smell than decay. It was a scent that had spurned an everlasting hatred within the heart of the young girl. She wasn't even at the age where she could shift yet and had already lost both home and mother. She had already experienced the instabilities of life and how unfair it was.
Also the girl being a runt left her quite smaller than those around her. Her brothers of the exact same litter appeared huge in comparison to the girl. Because of her lot in life in seemed that she would remain dwarfed in comparison to any company that she should wish to keep. Though she certainly had enough spirit to make up for that. She didn't let her lacking in size get her down but instead it set her determination to be able to do the same as any other in stone.
The sound of the voice caused the girl to turn her head and the whiff of scent that she caught caused a growl to rise up in her throat. "It stinks." The disgust was clear in her voice and showed in her eyes when she finally focused on the older female. "No room for stinky." The smaller girl spoke up again as she got to her paws. Symera had no delusions that she would actually win a physical confrontation but was still determined to defend Mr. Squishy. She would not have her toy robbed from her as well and so had placed herself between the wolf and the dead bird.
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