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so sorry this took so long. :/
Without a sound.
Lith, too, had been born a beautiful creature. While her features demanded coyote heritage, her color and uncommon build suggested a wolfish catalyst in her roots. This darkness of appearance ran rampant through her family, and they all wore it well. However, her visage now bore the telltale signs of war and tribulation. Her silvery left ear was missing a bit of tissue, a thin cut traveled over her right eye, and two white, parallel lines gleamed through the dark fur on her left hip. These scars, being the most dramatic, diminished her exceptional appearance somewhat, though her grace remained. Her hair, naturally darker than the rest of her, was the result of her secret vanity; Lith borrowed the 'faux-hawk' style from their human predecessors, and made an effort to keep it in the right condition.
With her mouth curved in a blithe smile, the woman turned her gaze back to the gargoyle. "Why not?" she echoed, tossing her head and giving her fringe a bounce. Her eyes, smears of blue and green and yellow, wandered over the boy's frame, noting the scars, grotesque and numerous. To her, they spoke of belligerance, and she supposed he was a warrior. However, she pictured literal opponents with bodies of their own. She did not imagine demons and spectres lurking within his mind. But, perhaps an enemy is an enemy no matter what form it comes in.
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