Fear belongs to other people; weaker people.

[Naniko D'Angelo]

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you calm the storms, and you give me rest... [ooc] [bic] ...you hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall. She would go on to make more friends, and new loves...but Lucifer would always be special to her. There was just something about him that drew her in, like a moth to a flame. He seemed like the perfect friend--always very caring and trustworthy. She was glad to have him there by her side. The snowy wolf grinned back at her opposite. They were different in many ways, coat color, eye color, size...but they were able to play together just fine. Naniko had inherited her large size from her father Roman. He'd been huge. Naniko came upon the tree that he was hiding behind, jumping out at him. "Boo!"

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