06-19-2009, 12:33 AM
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Svara had been looking for Jacquez all day. She didn't know why she wanted to see the kings to bad today, but it was an urge none the less. Ever since admitting Haven to let Siobhan into the pack, Svara couldn't stop looking into the passing puddles for her reflection. It wasn't as if she hated herself, but she couldn't seem to get over an inner hatred for her scars. They were her mistakes, and every one who looked at them knew about all that she had failed. Not everyone could be beautiful, some had to forfeit their beauty for others to be considered so.
Turning the bed Svara found the king finally. His broad back and missing arm letting her know her one eye did not deceive her. Walking up she saw the other male quick enough and gave him one glance before ignoring him. "You are becoming a pain to find Jacquez." The constable muttered temper flaring in her husky voice. Giving the loner another glance from her yellow eyes, only one seeing him she didn't look long before looking away at Jac. "Guess I know why." She was still in a pissy mood, and she knew she should leave. Maybe her self esteem had sought out the king, hoping to repair it's brokenness. | | |