Porcupine Ridge your darkness is shining

anathema offered the truest gift.

ava offered nothing at all.

she felt numb just like her sister -- but this time, it was the numbness of knowing how minuscule her self worth.

accipitra now; her true name. she put her head gently against her sister's as she felt the faintest of shudders rend her spine. rising with a hunger-widened gaze, the girl trotted silently after the slinking step of the she-cat.