Why was this new adulthood so complicated? She had lost her innocence, at least one form of it, when the collared male had attacked her. Now one thing after another dragged her along month by month. The new stirring of feelings that Ares brought her did not ease the confusion, and only enhanced it. The knowledge of her brother’s activities brought other feelings to the surface, and she could not help it when her thoughts returned to the Chance male again and again. Mati frowned upon the things her brother had done, and yet… why not?
All ideas were pushed from her mind as the male stood before her. Eyes matching her own and making her curious above all else. But, as he spoke Mati did not think of it as he did. “I guess me do.” was her response. Being related to any other then the brothers and sister that she had was not possible, and so Mati thought nothing of it. He watched her, with what looked like an odd sense of longing.
He was lighter, and held more red then she. Mati was dirt. It was best way to describe herself. Though she saw all the elements that brought every other beast’s coat to life she could not see that magic of color in her own. She saw the red of a setting run in his fur, as obscure as it might sound. The yellow melded with the crimson, but held enough dark that to any other he would be called brown. No, Mati was brown. This male was any but. She looked to his face once more, “We have the same eyes.” She commented with a soft, not so forced smile. Was it wrong to be jealous of his cinnamon tones? She held the pallet knife and awkwardly turned away to find the pallet that she would use, wondering if he was still staring at her…
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