Word Count → 405 :: blah blah blah Esme sucks.
there is a heaven let's keep it a secret
Pale eyes descended on multiple wolves, all of their shapes and sizes, a few of them looking like they would be delicious, and others that looked as if they belonged on the ground, with their own livers torn from their bodies. Esmeralda was not a spiritual person, more than likely would never be, because of her apparent lack of depth. She was in a shallow pool and the only way she would be able to get depth was if she tried to dig deeper, and obviously, she was fine just sitting in that shallow puddle of disgusting rain water that she saw as a puddle of gold. Her eyes wandered back to Eris, her mentor, and she smiled lightly at the woman. She listened to the woman's words, what little there was. Part of Esme was trying to figure out what was this whole thing about, since she was new and did not know too much of the ceremonies that the family participated in. Anathema was not like this. No, they only had mateship ceremonies. Never was there a ceremony to celebrate the coming of winter or for the protection of the pack. Already, this place was much different from the home she once knew. She didn't know if she should be intimidated or not, but on default, she took it as a challenge to learn more about this pack of hers that she had committed herself into.
They threw the meat onto a fire next, a very interesting smell had billowed in the air and she snorted lightly as the bat that was under her cloak shifted and climbed out from under the cloak and it had moved to the outside of her cloak and onto her shoulder, it's large ears shifting around and it's nose sniffing. It was becoming slightly distressed because of the smoke, so Esme shifted and moved away from the smoke, but watched the fire, who's colors were changing as she moved away, and it also flickered erratically. She stopped in her steps, and then she started to giggle. She couldn't help but start to dance either, her hips swinging from side to side, almost in a gypsy like manner. She truthfully had no skill at dancing professionally, but she did know how to move her hips in enticing ways. It was a skill she had learned to and practiced for some time now.
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