You thought you could run away
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Open palm brushed over the skirt she had started to wear recently. Clothes got dirty rather quickly and it was not all that easy to clean them. The option of jumping into a cold river and walk around for hours while slowly freezing to death was no valid option at all. All that stained the lovely cloth with the eastern motives was some dust, but she made a note to be careful. While the young hybrid adored her Kaena in every way she had decided to start wearing some clothing again. She loved to copy her grandmother, but the girl had a love for accessories and extravagant clothing as long as it made her look pretty. The clothes mentioned were short, black tights and a long skirt that she had cut vertically in half and attached to the belt she also was wearing, making it sort of a half skirt; allowing her to run and move swiftly without having to shorten her steps. This outfit was worn from now on starting today, and the young girl could not wait to put on her gun holsters in order to feel safer.

        
She stepped out of the shopping mall and into the brilliant blue sky accompanied by rays from the sun that currently was spreading its love through the abandoned city of Halifax. She thought herself to be very brave for being here so soon after the unbearable that had happened here not long ago. Still it felt like a kick in her guts whenever her thoughts touched that fragile memory. Halo crunched down and embraced herself with a light shiver as she closed her eyes, fighting the stinging sensation in eyes that wanted to finally be able to cry out when no other part of her could. Her fight to regain control of herself became stronger when her nose wanted to close up and forced her to snivel a few times. Oh, bloody hell. She rose again and stretched lightly, looking up into the forever blue sky with soaked eyes that could still see the blood.


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    After several exploratory trips, Larkspur had made a pile of odds and ends that he found suitable for his and Misery’s purposes. Most of the items were soft goods—blankets, a large comforter. He had found some tattoo equipment for her, a few odds and ends he had recognized after seeing them for so long. There was metal, too, that she had used to brand the Khalif’s language on his arms. Two-legged, Larkspur was tall, but not incredibly wide. His fur was growing out, and was a mixture of black, bleached orange, and the orange-black of grown out hair. Black ears stood out amongst a sea of now nearly blonde-orange, a color he was happy to see. It was not white, but it was no longer that terrible dark orange that sections of his fur still were. His tail was this way, but after another hour, the tips of his fur had become remarkably pale.
    The white signs on his arms were brazen against his coat, and more prominent then they were when he was four-legged. Larkspur, with a bag around his shoulder, was making his way back to the horse. He stopped at an unfamiliar scent, and soon found the source—a pretty girl in peculiar clothing. Thinking of his Aunt-Mother’s constant badgering about him finding a woman, he approached her. “Hello,” the four year old called out.



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Her body and mind soon started to calm down and the girl eagerly forced her mind over to more trivial topics. Like clothes. It felt strangely heavy to wear clothing again, but it was just a matter of adaption. The girl took a few graceful steps and floated around in a slow pirouette, enjoying the feeling of the soft clothing moving elegantly along with her. Finally, placid smile graced her lips and it felt almost alien to allow a pleasant emotion to inhabit her face now. Things had not been uncomplicated lately and it was a bit funny that something as plain as shopping could help her mind relax better. She knew that her issues could only be resolved by getting over it or do something about it, but she could do neither at time being. Perhaps in the future.. she was still gathering strength.

        
Her face turned when an approaching scent hit her nostrils moments before a male’s hello sounded in the cool air. She could not hang on to her jaw as she took in his peculiar coat. Her first thought was: what the hell? and it lingered for quite a while as her ruby eyes danced over his coat. She could feel a part of her old self return as she threw her head back and laughed out loud at this sight. Such a large brute would have brought caution to her pose, but he simply looked too hilarious to be taken seriously.

        
”What the hell are you supposed to be?” the girl taunted when she finally managed to catch a mouthful of extra air, red eyes slightly glossy after the laughing fit. The muscles in her cheeks felt oddly strained, as if they had not been in use for some time. It was somewhat a pleasant feeling.

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