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With the loss of her sight came increased senses. She could hear everything around her, the smallest animals moving into the trees or the light paw steps in the grass. The smell of others became stronger and more dominante. Though Svara knew one of her eyes could see shadows of figures it didn't really do her much good. It only caused this raging head ache to build behind her eyes. The grass around her swayed and creased her body gentely as she continued to lay there breathing.
It was his scent that made her know he was there first. The sound of his paw steps came next and then his voice ringing out above all other things. With most she had this instinct to snap out in anger, but this time she was to placid to at ease. She didn't move from her comfortable position in the grass. She'd rather talk to him where she could be less tense.
"Not an enemy I was just born." She said with a devilish grin in her normal husky voice. It felt strange to not be able to look at someone, to only know what they were by their scent and voice. He sounded like he wasn't ugly, but what did the new male look like? Svara feared thinking about her new prision, the enforced darkness was hard to accept at times. Expecially when she could feel the sun but not see its light. "But fuck it who gives a crap about that bitch she's old news and she will suffer for her insanity." Svara chuckled evily thinking about her mother being tortured ripped apart peice by peice, she really hated that women.
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