It all seemed to be going by quickly, and not just that blood seemed to be a part of every aspect. First with the exile of her fiancé for a short amount of time, all because of stupid mistake. A mistake that cost a good friend his life in a sparring match. The reason she was out here, out away from the safety of her beloved pack. The reason that she was not yet married to her deer Lorenzo, thankfully she was with him. She could not have stayed in the pack alone, alone in his well their room.
That was not the only thing, her mother was hurt too. Marks tainted her pretty fur; pain seemed to be in her eyes no matter how happy she was to see her daughter. She moved to another pack just like Juliet in the fear of danger and yet, Orin encountered danger any ways. Blood seemed to taint everything, everything but her flowers. Indigo eyes looked fondly at the few flowers she walked past, her cheeks growing almost hot as the sun caressed her with its warmth. Soon her flowers would be gone too, just like they had last year. A full season without flowers, a cold winter of white.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she looked to the steps of the place her mother was staying, her mother and her new sibling. It was strange to call someone else her sister other than her sweet Titania, someone that looked nothing like her father. Someone that was only classified as her half sister, the thought made her think of her father. Where was he? She had not seen in since, well since her mother left him. Since he gave her the flute she asked for, since she was taught her first lesson on the wooden instrument.
Again her eyes moved to the hotel steps of the foreign pack, seeing the shape of a man. Quickly she looked around, feeling Lorenzo’s heat next to her as if he knew she wanted him close. Another breath and she looked up at the large man, nodding at the silent conversation that took place. Her body moved from his but he trailed behind her as she walked up the steps, looking at the injured gray man that seemed oddly familiar. Even his scent seemed like something familiar, now who was he? ”Hello. She spoke in a monotone voice, hoping that the man was up for some company and maybe a line of questions. They already danced in her mind as she wondered why he seemed familiar.
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