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Halo had potential, but she was still so young. Vitium had done a magnificent job at corrupting her at a young age, but she still needed what only age and experience could give. She had not yet taken her first life, but if her most recent victim had not received outside help, the girl would have had a splendid time watching her beloved rodents eat the damn creature alive. Luck seemed not to be on her side often though. She wanted to gain that experience. She wanted to feel how it was to have a canine’s death on her conscience. Back to Halo’s age however, she was hollow and blue eyed still in many ways. If a being tried hard enough to play her, there were high chances that they would succeed, though only if the individual in question was of coyote blood. The racism in her was strong.
Her nerves were calming down with his smile and gentle voice. The Lykoi star and his general appearance already seemed to speak of some sort of safety, though there was something dangerous too lurking just below the dark surface where she could not see. His smile reassured her further, and she felt the distress slowly fade further, losing its grip on her. Kaena had merely given her Samael’s name. Surely she would have commented on him further if he was a danger. He reassured her that she was a pleasant sight, and her content mood was obvious. She could easily agree with his words. She was so fucking proud of that name. Her blood contained filth and she was deeply ashamed of that. She still bore the name proudly though. Kaena and the clan had accepted her, and despite her dirty blood she still was one of them.
All Lykois are born beautiful, he said. He still was too, then. Or? She took a step towards the male, her ashen tail moving elegantly behind her. Copper ears flickered backwards as his delicious words complimented her further. Halo was very content with unique appearance she had been given. Her blood was muddled, but the coyote genes had stuck out hard against the wolf. One could not see how much wolf she carried. She was glad for that. ”Yes.” the girl purred, agreeing to everything he said. Another step towards him, eyes back at those scars. ”Can I touch your scars?” the girl wondered. She had asked Kaena the same question back when she had first met the woman. One day she would have her own. She prayed those would tell tales worth listening to. She wanted to reach out to touch, but hesitated.
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