Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

Sadey did live in the shadow of it, but it wasn't a burden of any kind. It was just there, an extension of her existence. And mayhap came the day she came across those bastards....well maybe she'd just walk away. Who Really knew. Sadey didn't. She didn't like to plan much past the day she was in. Cause no one was guaranteed a tomorrow, certainly not her. She had been living on borrowed time her entire life.

Nothing. I had what I wanted. I tasted that happy peacefullness that only comes from giving your all and reaping the benefits. And if I want. I can remember those days anytime I want too, remember that feeling. That's not nothin.

She sat near him, she didn't lean. SImply sat, their fur touching.