children and graveyards
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Terra's lips twitched into a smile as the female adopted a fighter position. Like Terra was any threat to someone like her. She could easily be killed by the brute before her, and Terra didn't care. It was simply life. She had survived this long, and she would continue to. It was what she was. Terra always survived, even if she should have died many times over. Others had tried to kill her before, and if this one decided to try the same it wouldn't be the first brush with death she experienced. The sneer was tiring. Obviously the female thought herself superior to everything else around her, the wolf behind her a strong symbol of that, quiet and submissive even as he held himself ready to act on the other's words.

Disinterested in the humans Terra glanced at the stones again. To call them weak was a surmise Terra wouldn't have even bothered to make. There was no need to look back after all. Her gaze turned and met the other's eyes. Ruin does have a strange beauty to it though, does it not? Terra's eyes flitted over the stones surrounding them. The way they stood, strong and firm, trying to be courageous against a nature that would one day overwhelm her, was something Terra couldn't help but love. Drawn to ruin, to it's beauty and the mark of healing, or taking her own turn to bring destruction to something, it all fascinated her.


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