Omg i suck!
The dusky hybrid could not bring herself to sleep, to find herself safely drifting off to a world of hazy dreams and luscious wants. Beside her, Fritz slept soundly. In a way, the slender girl envied her lover for that. It seemed as if no sleep demon came back to tear him apart. It wasn't like Selene hadn't made an attempt at falling. Everytime, it only took a small while. Waking up, headaches and a vague sensation of fear. It seemed as if it was off. Which was fine, night terrors could be substituted for another way. Crimson eyes brushed protectively down Fritz's body. Despite her vulnerable size, she'd go to ends to protect him. And in turn, she knew that it was vice versa with the jade-eyed man.
She had tried so hard to forget Hadley and Ismeme, and she could only bring them to mind as enemies, not worthy of letting them into her pure heart. Hadley had tried to break her. And who knew? Maybe he did it to feel better. And Ismeme...The whore. The stupid fuck that had challenged her, and left her to rot. In truth, if she never saw either of them again, there wouldn't be any anguish. Perhaps loathing and hurt, the desire to let them know what she had gone through. The small coydog held no love for her previous lover. And it would be simply impossible to do so.
So there she sat, black fingers running through the raven locks on her head. Dainty feet pushed her off the bed, pushing her towards the door. Fresh air. That would help. The sharp dagger on the table was gripped in a slender hand, leaving in a moment. It was a cool night, not particularly cold. Which she was glad. Usually the vulnerable girl couldn't withstand much. Especially after the cuts.
Large ears listened to the sounds of creatures slinking about in the night, the dagger pressing harder against her palm. The coydog had to take this all alone. Red eyes glittered in the lunar light, bringing her closer to the borders. There was no exact location set. Just a need to clear her mind, rid herself of the past backstabbers and fears for the future. A sound rose her from her solitude, not too far away. And hopefully whomever it was had not detected her presence. But he was close....An outsider right up near her home. By instinct, a small growl ripped past her muzzle. He seemed suspicious, a little scary by much. What're you doing here? Can I help you somehow? However inexperienced in greeting, the girl kept her mind open. Who knew? Maybe he wanted to see the Consul or Praetor.
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