04-02-2012, 08:04 PM
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She was a dog amongst wolves. There was nowhere for her to belong. Her own mother had cast her aside, and though some deep, buried part of her desired comfort, like the dog that she was, forsaken on the roadside, pride coiled like a snake in the grass, hissing and writhing and rejecting the idea of returning to where she had originated from.
She couldn't stand the idea of returning with her tail between her legs, whether or not that's how it would actually play out. Always, she was the pessimist. This world was a cold, dark place as far as she'd seen. Even so, this woman fascinated her. She was just as much a cur as she was.
Instead, Elvira said nothing, which wasn't quite a refusal.