03-13-2008, 08:58 PM
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No need to worry 'bout everything I've done
Live every second like it was my last one
The moment that one of her packmates approached, her hand swept aside the scriptive words and she removed all evidence of her lofty dreams. There were, apparently, more pressing matters if Deuce was approaching her freely. "Of course." She said quietly, eyes opening to watch the white woman approach. She had been heavily injured, and it seemed it was an old wound. "Who got ahold of you?" It was an even question, said with the curiosity of a pack leader and also of some mild family member. Lucifer was like a nephew to her, and Deuce was mother to her oldest granddaughter - or was Phasma? She forgot the ages. There was still the mild stab of anguish at thinking Deuce had denied Dierdre. She did not know what matters had brought the two white females to that point, but with any hope the matter had settled itself. Fatin was not beyond anger when it came to her family; in fact it was especially unsettling to her. Waiting, holding her breath slightly, the amber woman lifted her body off the floor and brushed the dirt off her pelt. She wouldn't be seen just slacking around, after all. |