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Put the M on, same as last time. :3
The black and gold hybrid hadn't been spending much time away from Casa's borders, hanging around relatively close. The attachment she already had for the pack was steadily increasing. Ismeme had welcomed her, Adelle wanted her there, and Aro...she hadn't spoken to him since the first time they'd met in the woods. Sidra remembered how rude she'd been to him but soon she found herself enjoying the male's company which was an odd occurrence for her. She couldn't help but think about him and wonder if she'd get to see him again. A new concept all together. Of course, if she joined Casa she would but there was still a lingering hesitation about the whole situation. She hadn't been part of a pack for practically her whole life leading her to trust nobody but herself. If she surrendered to the ways of a pack, there would be a lot of changes in her life. Sidra wasn't quite sure if she was willing to commit to a family and wasn't sure if she was worthy. For months now she'd been getting by using vile tactics, getting men drunk, sleeping with them, and then stealing their belongings leaving them before they woke. If her pack knew about all that...would they still accept her?
Aro had been the only male she hadn't tried to take advantage of. She even gladly shared her booze and food with him and he'd done the same to her. A sigh escaped her as she walked through the forest, hands grazing trees and feeling the rough bark as she passed by. Amethyst eyes gazed off towards the Casa borders, a stern expression glued to her face. She wasn't liking this at all. Kativa seemed to be encouraging her to join the knights. There, she would be safe and could learn how to fight for real instead of using all the dirty tricks in the book to win.
Another deep breath was inhaled and exhaled before she came to a halt letting her back press up against a tree. There was so much thinking to be done and to be honest, she really didn't want to think anymore. She had her things with her, alcohol, knives, and other wares she usually had. She wore the black leather jacket she'd found when Hadley escorted her through the town, growing a liking to it. Black brow furrowed and she reached for her bag bringing it in front of her and looking inside. The flask was taken out and for the first time in days, a drink was taken. The strong burning feeling of the alcohol was welcoming as the liquid rushed down her throat. Enough of this silly nonsense. Sidra let herself fall to the ground, still using the tree to prop herself up. Fuck this... Another drink was taken, eyes closing to breath in her surroundings. Maybe she should just give in and let herself go, just for today. A small smile crept onto her lips as she let her mind go blank.
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