'Ahh' Sepirah nodded, scratching the dirt with her paw, But not being marked as such doesn't mean you aren't one in soul' she pointed out with a soft grin on her face. 'And either way, if telling your story on your body matters that much, you can always get it done. It hurts, but if your willing, it's worth it' Sepirah detailed, her tailed flicking absently behind her. Most of the Lykoi's bore he star, scarred or coloured into their flesh. Her's herself was both, and both hurt more than she cared to retell, she was a Lykoi and would hold herself as such. Brave and strong despite everything. Of course, she had never been truly, the living embodiment of Lykoi. Even Angel came closer and he would never bear the star nor the name through two simple facts. He was not a Lykoi, and Sepirah knew he already held stock in his own name. As exotic as it sounded to the jackal.
'Indeed' Sepirah replied, using her paw to part the fur on her chest, still soft and plushy from winter. And there it stood amongst black and grey strands of winter fur, the Lykoi star, the chaos star burning proud. The conversation fell flat again after that, Sepirah finding nothing to elaborate on. She looked around and then turned back to Zana, 'Which branch do you hail from then?' After all the Lykoi's had an elaborate tree.
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