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Practise was important to excel and maintain every kind of skill. But why would one spend time to develop the ability to do something as useless as this? Halo was a child of war and trauma, and was unfortunately unable to see the potential in the finer qualities of being able to create music. She could live on with her life without the sweet tunes of unnatural music. Whenever she looked for song, she could listen to the ocean or the breeze travelling through the whispering forests. Not that she ever did this. She didn’t know how to enjoy life the same way others did. Thankfully, she didn’t know what she was missing out on.
She kept her nod and her smile, unmoving apart of her fleeting pupils; still sizing him up somewhat. She didn’t laugh out loud as he served his innocent question. ”Not really, no,” she grinned, though she liked to think that she participated in creating art as she slashed through flesh and sinew and spilled glorious red upon the ground. But was this male just another gentle giant. There was such promise in such size and stature, but some canines were content with peace. Perhaps she too could have been if she had been born a wolf, and not a child of two worlds. She had made her choice, and racism has infested her early, and mostly because of the way she had been treated. She wasn’t the kind to turn the other cheek.
”My special talent is to kill others,” she continued, honest and blunt, though wearing the same innocent appearance.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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