Never More

Axelle Napier · 06-07-2011, 11:11 PM

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I started them walking.

WC: 347

Points: 3

Axelle’s tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth. It was hot. It was May. It was supposed to be hot. As Naniko appeared with such great convenience, Axelle nodded toward her offer. Some help would be nice. Axelle picked up the bag with her weapons and the bag with the blanket inside, leaving the random bag and Wiccan tools bag to Naniko. They weren’t that heavy. She appreciated the help.

A big room would be nice. Maybe toward the back.

Axelle followed close behind Naniko into the cave. This was an interesting place to live. Not many packs lived totally underground, but they did. And now she was a part of them. She raised her hand to look at her palm. The fresh cut was beginning to scab up and heal. Her Anatheman mark. Awesome.

She couldn’t wait to see her room. She needed somewhere to put all her things, and now she had the perfect spot. As soon as she found it. She would need to go out and get things to hang her weapons on the walls, and build shelves to put her herbs and oils, if there weren’t shelves already there. She was excited and tired at the same time. Being somewhere where she knew she was safe gave her a nice feeling. Like she was in her comfort zone, and she could finally sleep deeply without worrying about who was stalking or watching her.

There were always so many things she was able to be lost in thought about. Maybe being somewhere where she actually was safe would get her out of the habit of being afraid of others. That was a maybe. She felt that she would always be afraid of males, especially how most acted toward her. Though, she also learned that not all males were savages. Some were actually decent, like J’adore for example. He was a male friend that she wasn’t afraid of, while Kemo was someone who raped and beat her and she still managed to be his friend after all that. What a weird life.

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