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#####There was no way that her thoughts could be penetrated, but still, the crazed woman fought to hide the frantic nature of her mind from the coyote. She did not understand why he would not fight back; he was accepting this as if he was simply humoring her. This only made her more frustrated, her anger escalating to yet another level as he stood and staggered away from her. In a way, she supposed that meant that she had won. Blood had been drawn on both sides, but Lolita felt a surge of completion as she watched him turn, pushing herself to full height again as well. There was a feeling of what she could almost guess was pride that came from knowing that he had run from her. Never having fought much before, she was a stranger to these feelings, but it felt nice. If she could guarantee she would always feel this way after any fight, the creamy Dahlian may have made it a habit to pick fights frequently. The anger and frustration throughout the fight had been worth it, judging by the way she felt now. Still, she did not know the coyote’s name, and it did not matter. It had not been him that she was attacking; Lolita had been attacking the many ghosts of her past, projecting her anger and hatred on the nearest living being that she could find. Snake was, for all intents and purposes, an innocent bystander, but she had not seen it that way. He was just as bad as any other male she had ever been hurt by. It was Snake’s rejection of her in her hour of need that had triggered her attack, though he couldn’t know that.
#####Breathing heavily, the fiery female growled loudly at his turned back, almost contemplating going off on him again as he left. Her hand fell to the trickling blood on her hip and she sighed, running her fingers over it gently. It did not hurt, this would, but she would need to tend to it sooner, rather than later. While Snake ran in the direction of Inferni, Lolita turned to walk slowly towards Dahlia before stopping and laughing coldly over her shoulder, in hopes that he would hear her and realize that she was counting this as a win on her part. She did not want there to be any confusion from him or those that might ask him what happened. She did not know where he came from, and she was certainly unaware of the seething hatred between the coyotes of Inferni and the wolves of Dahlia. No one had told her of these feelings, or she might have thought twice about attacking someone from Inferni. Of course, she had not really thought at all before attacking him, but the feeling of elation at the end had made it worth it, even if she may have given Inferni even more reason to hate Dahlian wolves without even realizing what she had done. With one final look over her shoulder at the retreating coyote, she broke into a heavy stride and left the area, keen on cleaning herself up and smoking something to make her mood last.
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