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It seemed they were turning into simple thieves in Gabriel de le Poer’s absence.
The Triarii’s lips were sealed after her dishonourable defeat weeks prior, though the fire in her eyes could never be quenched unless it was death itself that pulled her into its cold embrace. She made certain to turn away from her leader’s gaze then, unwilling to allow him to see the temporary glare within her bloody shades. Cream painted fingers brushed off sticky traces of crushed flowers with light resentment as alert eyes continued to patrol their immediate surroundings.
It didn’t seem coincidental when he chose the other woman to be his temporary companion. It was all good; it was better for her to go off on her own. The Lykoi woman brushed heavy locks from her face as she followed the two for a few yards only before she broke off to head southwest. Alone and without unnecessary baggage in the form of other coyotes, she quickly darted deeper into enemy territory. She had never intruded into the tribe’s territory before, but her senses knew what to search for, and what she desired most.
The fine shades painting her pelt didn’t stand out in the hybrid scenery of summer and autumn, but with the light touch of the wind, she could be unlucky if she approached busy areas from the wrong direction. It took time before she recognized some oddly shaped objects in a mostly cleared area. Solid, wooden pillars with hides wrapped about them in a foreign manner. She had never seen anything like it in the past, and found that she couldn’t even recognize the hides used. Staying near the outskirts, she walked up to the closest structure, stroking the foreign leather.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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