rebel souls, deserters we've been called.
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Bi-colored eyes glittered in the sun as she stood outside the mansion, cold and considering. Her stare was hard and unforgiving, and with a disgusted snuff she marched her way to the door. It was simple, she went in, grabbed her stuff and then left. No fuss, no muss. The Catalan male had made it clear that he didn’t want her, and so she didn’t want him. Their children, no, her children deserved better. They deserved a parent who was there every step of the way, loving and encouraging every little bit of progress they made. She would make a fantastic mother, with or without his help. As she stormed up the steps her thoughts wandered to someone who had offered to help, Helotes. The ranked male had made it clear that he would do whatever he could to help her, and his experience was painted on his own children’s faces. He was handsome too, and she barely realized that she had already cleared the stares as heat rose into her cheeks with such thoughts. Was it wrong for her to think someone besides her pups father was good looking? Well, she certainly wasn’t claimed by anyone.


Barely a glance was given to Angels door as she snuck down the hallway, trying especially hard not to make the old floorboards creak. She didn’t want to alert him of her presence, now that she was back in the clan lands. Cautiously she opened her door, and was relieved to see that Kimbrah and Gabriel were happily napping on her bed, they seemed to have taken care of themselves in her absence. With no desire to wake them she creeped in and took note of her things, everything neatly hung up and put away. Without her realizing it, the door creaked open wider and wider, making it ridiculously easy for any spectators to see what she was doing. Suddenly feeling weary she lowered herself and sat clumsily on her floor, looking around blankly. Something caught her eye and she squinted, trying to realize just what the hell it was. It seemed one of the cats had knocked over one of her medicinal jaws and it had broken on the floor, the delicate petals of cherry blossoms scattered amidst the glass.


The scent still hung in the air and she shook her head, it bothering her for some reason. The coyote woman moved a hand across her muzzle, trying to get the smell out of her nose. It was then she recalled, and suddenly she was thrown into a mess of turbulent memories. The scent of cherry blossoms had hung heavily in the air that day, and she recalled the dark forest she had been walking through. Her memories became muddled here, why had she been walking in such a lonely and desolate place? What she did remember, however, was the even darker figure lurking in the shadows. His face was blurred out and shifted to grotesque preportions, but above all else she knew he was a wolf. Emmanuelle buried her head in her slender hands and shut her eyes tightly, trying to banish the memory as it festered. She knew what happened next, and she was reliving every moment of it. His dark body overpowered hers and knocked her to the ground, ignoring her whimpers and cries for help. She was silenced and then he took her and did what he pleased, only letting her go once his needs were satisfied. Just as quickly as he came he slithered away in the night, and here is where she lost control.


Her frame was racked with sobs and she cried earnestly into her hands, the soft blonde waves of her hair cascading over her shoulders. It did not take long for sorrow to turn to anger, and she stood up angrily and began cursing, though they were loud and furious they were so quickly strung together that it was just one long line of unintelligible words. She turned to her bed and picked up her pillows, ripping the soft skins and sending feathers flying. She stalked over to her chair, picked it up and threw it at the wall. “ FUCK YOU. FUCK THIS. FUCK EVERYTHING. “ The normally sunny hybrid shrieked, looking about her room for something to throw. There was a pretty glass vase sitting on her desk and she picked it up and threw it where the chair hit, raising enough noise with the glass shattering to the ground to surely alert another.

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