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Perhaps things would one day change, but it would not happen today, and it would not happen tomorrow. Scarlet eyes would occasionally rise to peer at the blonde clan leader by her side, though it had been clear for some time that this was not going to be an especially pleasant trip for either. Her pessimistic attitude had allowed bad habits to spread their seeds, and while the Centurion had yet to speak crude words in her Aquila’s presence, but her body language was not as guarded as she believed, and those who looked would see the ugliness bubbling beneath its beautiful shell. No one could make her happy.
They reached the borders, and coyote ears flickered as the man beside her spoke; kept it short and simple. The woman barely dignified him with a glance of deep red at this. ”As you say, Aquila” the four worded reply sounded, her tone not exactly sour, but still far from any unaltered version of her voice. Ears returned to lean toward her thickly furred neck, and she returned to her partly sulky demeanour. She would do her duty, but no one could force her to smile and sing while doing it.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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