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For Oak.
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Now, finally, she was back in familiar territory and the incunabulum of pain and fear gripped Marika's heart. She wasn't sure how she had made it here. How she had survived the horrors of her journey. She had travelled for so long before and nothing had harmed her. But now the tide was changing and there was evil out there that she could no longer hide from. Marika paused to catch her breath and examine herself. She no longer wore her red dress and her coin belt was stashed away in her bag. Everything that she loved about herself was now tattered - her pelt was matted, her hair knotted and her skin still bore the signs of hurt and abuse. But now that she was back in familiar territory, Marika felt that she could find solace somewhere. That she could find a home again.
Why she wasn't making her way back to Cour des Miracles was anyone's guess. She couldn't face Vigilante again and ask him for forgiveness. Rurik might take her back, but how could she look at him like this? How could she tell him that she had been hurt like this? Could he forgive her for abandoning their family again? She was just as bad as her mother. The memory of her hit Marika like a rock and she stumbled over a hidden root, her body falling to the ground with a loud oomph. She couldn't even cry out, so tired and broken she felt. Everything, inside and out, hurt and the more she recalled her horrific experience, the more she felt she was at wit's end.
“Oh papa, vhy have you forsaken me?”
Curling tighter into a ball, the female cried. She cried for her own loss, for the life she had left behind when she'd decided that travelling by sea was a good idea. She cried for the life she had left behind with her Carpathian wolves and the music and love they shared. Marika cried for the family that had broken around her, so much so that now she doubted she would ever have a family of her own. Her hands instinctively gripped her belly, holding on to a puppy that was no longer there, and at the memory, she howled in agony, her shoulders shuddering with every sob.
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