indentAnother lost pack, another lost family. Phasma had only just left Storm a few hours before. She'd had time to think in her travels, to calm herself down and go over everything in her head. What wrong had she done for everything to end up in such a fashion? She'd only been able to settle on one conclusion. She hadn't done anything wrong. It was almost odd that she felt no regret for the way things had happened. The raven woman had stood for what she believed in, she'd done what she would have done in any situation and for that she had been looked down upon. It was the past now, though, and at the moment she didn't feel the need to think back on it.
indentWhat was on her mind at that moment was the fact that she was again homeless, just as she had been when the members of her pack had moved on to other places. Where would she go? There were two people who understood the situation, really. Gabriel and Fatin and she doubted that Gabriel would be very happy if she showed up in Inferni. That was the reason she moved on for the borders of Jaded Shadows, where she knew she would find her mother figure. Rather than staying at the borders as she usually would, though, she passed over them and into the lands. She needed to talk, just needed someone, and she intended to find her.
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