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The scarred lady moved lightly over the eroded and filthy sands. With each step, a sharp pain raced across her ribcage, reminding her of her damages. They would heal, perhaps weakening her, but not killing her. Around her neck a silver chain hung, and dangling from it was a carved picture of what she likened to Asmodai, her father. She was in lupus form, having abandoned shifting as a taint on her path to Darkness. She had entered the world pure as a wolf and it had been her mate to rip that away from her, may he rot. A sigh escaped her as she turned to watch the waters. This place wasn't beautiful, and it was for that reason she liked it.
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The exact amount of time no longer mattered. Aurèle had forgotten such things. Her body had lost what weight she had gained while living within the peculiar pack her sister had joined. White-blonde fur was marred by dirt and dried blood, not uncommon to what it had been like the day she had found the bodies. Such things were not forgotten. In fact, the terrible darkness had been stirred by the sight. It reminded her of the first blood, which she had not thought of in well over three years.
She walked without seeing, her body moving on instinct, on the subconscious mechanical design that it had developed. Aurèle was not aware she had stopped until she saw her feet do so. Both eyes, a remarkable shade of neon, found the figure. Though the woman was scarred from head to toe, Aurèle barely noticed such. She flicked one ear forward and continued to advance, the shadow of all that had been worn on her face. “Not really much for sightseeing, are you?”
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Sabeen stood still, allowing everything to pass through her. Abandoning self was the first step. So concentrated was she that the other's presence failed to get her attention until she spoke. The lady turned her head, wheat eyes meeting the shockingly bright green of the white female. Silent, she allowed herself to study the female's form, noting the soiled coat that hung on the skinny body. Bringing her gaze back up, a smirk broke across her scarred lips. 'Beauty is only distracting.' She paused, moving herself to comfortably face the other, sitting down. 'So, no, I'm not.' Watching the other, she wondered what had made the other her way. Perhaps it was simply how she chose to live.
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She smiled flatly at the response. It seemed appropriate, given how scarred up the woman was. By all rights she might have been torn apart by a wildcat, the way she was so ruined. Aurèle had, until that point, been unaware of them. Now, though, they were as obvious as a new star. “You seem pretty distracted,” the white she-wolf commented, flicking one ear absentmindedly at a flighty, noisy bird.
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She liked the atmosphere the other body gave off. Something told her they might've been kindred spirits, but she didn't know if it was true or not. "Really," Sabeen replied, her voice not betraying any real emotion. "Maybe it's beautiful here, then." It was, in an abstract way. She moved slightly closer to the other and sat, glancing to the view and back. "Sabeen." The lady introduced herself, lightly, the faint smirk returning to her mouth.
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The other woman seemed muted, as if something had indeed crawled into her body and ripped all emotion away. Until she moved, and that smirk came to her face. It was similar to watching coal and ash in a burnt out fire, and seeing it fight to return to life. Because it was such a familiar thing, Aurèle returned the expression mirthlessly. “Aurèle.”
The view before them was perhaps beautiful, but it was nothing compared to the high mountains that the white woman had seen north. She had seen a great deal more of things that were beautiful in her lifetime. “You know,” she said suddenly, studying the creature before her. “, you remind me a lot of a girl I had a run in with several months ago.”
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The name was taken into her memory, matched to the dirty but still pretty white face and neon-lit eyes. Releasing any excess tension from her muscles, Sabeen decided she liked Aurèle, perhaps enough to refrain from her usual passive-aggressive jabs. She returned her gaze briefly to her beautiful wastes. The lady, unlike her companion, was relatively sheltered-- her experiences in Germany that would have provided a relatively cultured backdrop were washed from her mind. All she knew were bits and snatches of locations.
Wheat-hued eyes switched back to the white wolf as she spoke again. "Do I," she said, not confirming but repeating. She paused, and then: "How so, I wonder." A smile flickered across her torn lips.
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