Safiya had found herself at the mercy of another pack. She had been brought here by that wolf. And every step reminded her of the day she was maimed. She was in constant fight mode. And as such she kept herself high up above all the peons of Soto. Growls and snarls were her only means of conversation if any came near her.
She didn't want to talk to anyone. And definitely not the wolves who had hurt her and her family. But as all hypocrites. She did not snarl at the man that had moved this all into motion. She kept that close to her chest. Far as she knew. No one knew her and she'd keep it that way.
She didn't want to talk to anyone. And definitely not the wolves who had hurt her and her family. But as all hypocrites. She did not snarl at the man that had moved this all into motion. She kept that close to her chest. Far as she knew. No one knew her and she'd keep it that way.
Yesterday, 01:12 PM
oh, his sweet summer pearl.
she is lost without the redsands of her home. lost without the guidance of her father.
he sees the way she moves among them, her steps guarded and single eye strained with pain too profound for a wolf her age to taste.
and her soul being lost calls to mind another daughter, whose memory was so far removed from him that for a moment his heart was struck with the agony of it --
he knows better to get attached, and yet here his heart was, beating softly for the hurt of another. marciela showed him once this vulnerability, and here he was again!
she is lost without the redsands of her home. lost without the guidance of her father.
he sees the way she moves among them, her steps guarded and single eye strained with pain too profound for a wolf her age to taste.
and her soul being lost calls to mind another daughter, whose memory was so far removed from him that for a moment his heart was struck with the agony of it --
safiya,he comes across her with his single eye softened, a gesture reserved only for her.
he knows better to get attached, and yet here his heart was, beating softly for the hurt of another. marciela showed him once this vulnerability, and here he was again!
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Yesterday, 01:35 PM
Safiya was not lost for her home or family
It was lack of purpose that caused the filter in her pawsteps. She had no one to guard. And she also felt guilt. Gyilt for being here near a man her father had hated. And yet had never treated her badly.
A lift of red head. Sea glass eye turned towards him. A twitch of an ear a whine hello.
She had to think. Her grasp of his language was not profound. She knew what. But occurs she had to think. Realize.
She spoke halting.
It was lack of purpose that caused the filter in her pawsteps. She had no one to guard. And she also felt guilt. Gyilt for being here near a man her father had hated. And yet had never treated her badly.
A lift of red head. Sea glass eye turned towards him. A twitch of an ear a whine hello.
Soto
She had to think. Her grasp of his language was not profound. She knew what. But occurs she had to think. Realize.
She spoke halting.
aprendizaje, protección, propósito
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