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Forever and always, she would rather lash out in an attack before anything else. She was angry for a multitude of reasons, but it wasn’t pure and simple as she wished it could be. Air whistled through slightly parted lips as she drew a deep breath; a breath that got stuck in her chest as the strange title was spoken out loud by the younger girl. The auburn woman already knew that Symera was so much more than a stranger child she had decided to temporarily draw in under her wing, but to hear this forbidden word spoken out loud was, disturbing.
She turned her face away with a quick, dismissive snort, though she knew that she was behaving wrongly in the front of the girl. But she never seemed able to figure out the right way to handle situation that required anything from her, emotionally. Anger and violence was something she knew how to channel. Everything else was strangely difficult, and it had always been easiest to avoid it as best she could.
But she didn’t want to hear the girl apologize, but Symera was already moving, intending to slip out through the door. Halo turned around as the younger optime moved around her made an attempt to exit. ”Come back here!” the adult’s voice snapped, teeth partly bared as she moved after the girl, ready for a pursuit if she decided to ignore her command and flee. Too many people fled from her presence, and she didn’t want Symera to be one of them. But they both had to learn. A finger pointed at the bed with the dead wolf. ”Sit down!” voice, as usual, sounded so much angrier in her ears than she had intended it to be.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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