persistence, resistance
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Iskata flicked her ears back at the woman as she began to explain herself. She wanted to snap at the girl, how in the world could she not see what was right infront of her face but yet she didn't. She didn't even want to think about the truth of it anymore. She didn't want the constant reminded of what she was now and what she wasn't. She flicked her tail back and forth as she slowly moved from the corner and into the open space. The silver and gold woman had begun to get mixed up in just where she was since she wasn't in her own cabin so she didn't move to far before sitting back on her rump, her shattered hind leg shuffled awkwardly to the side as she shook her head.

"Second time here, in these lands or in here?" She hadn't caught the scent of the other woman in the house when she'd entered but she hadn't really been thinking about it either. She'd already lost her sense of sight, she shouldn't overlook the few she had left. Furrowing her brow she gazed down at her paws as she grumbled. "I'm Iskata Sadira.." she didn't offer her ranks, old or new. The past was behind her and now she was nothing more than something that laid about and was made comfortable by others. There was a feeling deep inside that she needed to leave her pack, to make certain that she wasn't their weakest link anymore.. but she didn't want them to worry.. yet she knew, they would worry no matter what happened.


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