Fox's Glade she's wearing rags and leathers from salvation army counters
i will pry his bony fingers free
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indra's words were so firm, but inwardly, she felt conflicted by turning to leave. fire, sitting at the cusp of her old home, was potentially in jeopardy if she remained -- and so, indra couldn't help the sinking relief that settled in her stomach as she heard footsteps behind her.

they were a ghosts' footsteps; quiet yet dumb -- she wondered what horrors the she-wolf had endured, and ground her teeth in stewing silence. the world was fucked, and its occupants more-so -- whoever, or whatever had done this to the firebrand, indra hoped dearly they died a tormenting and horrible death.

fire remained quiet, and indra did too -- she would spare words only when necessary once they rejoined the group. she wasn't worried the she-wolf wouldn't be accepted (though she did expect some sideways glances), and as far as indra was concerned, nothing would derail their exodus to the hollow. not even a newcomer.
now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
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RE: she's wearing rags and leathers from salvation army counters - by Indra - December 06, 2018, 06:18 PM