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Yesterday seems so far away..
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"Then those efforts are made for the wrong reasons." The soft alto tones shifted slightly, almost indiscernibly. Perhaps, if the mahogany male truly knew her, he would be able to hear that subtle change. And it was something sharp, something hard within that voice. And perhaps the woman’s eyes held that change as well. There may have been a quiet confusion; why was the pack’s psychiatrist so unable to see himself? The efforts should not be made to be noticed but simply for the joy of the making. If attention was sought, regardless of the selflessness of the deed itself, the effort was made for the wrong reason. It should not be that way, and she knew that the male must know this. And yet, she knew also that for some it was difficult to see the self, to comprehend the energies of one’s own mind. The woad marked tail flickered once, moving the air near her as she tried to comprehend this concept.
Those next words, however, caused her ear to flicker back, a mild irritation flickering within the female for the first time in a long time. But it was a quiet feeling when compared to others, and it may have hardly fazed the woman. "Enough, Sankor," the alto melody growled; her lips pulled back in a show of aggression that may have been real. Yet the woman did not even come close to experiencing the anger or irritation that she displayed upon the surface; it was merely a display, and she knew that such a thing could be unexpected. It was something also used on the battlefield. For a moment, she held that bristling air before letting it drop and allowing silence to proceed. "You cannot change the world. You can only change yourself," the silver melody advised. "If you dislike the path of life, change direction." Only he could help himself. Those around him could show him the way, but only he could walk that path.
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