Azalea
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Post by Azalea on Apr 30, 2008 6:09:01 GMT -5
The former princess had no clue of where she was going or how far she would continue. Long elegent legs continues to trot through the forest earth, the smells of rotting leaves reaching her nose. She glanced up above her, the canopies of trees blocking any light. The night consumed her in darkness. She didn't care where she was going any more she just had to escape. How could her family even think about doing that to her? She wasn't someone to be traded off. She had her own rights and they couldn't... The more she thought about it the more tears threatened to fall, but she held them down for now. She would never escape them. She was lucky to make it this far without being caught and returned back to her pack. What had shocked her the most was the fact her mother hadn't even tried to stop her father. There had been no 'I think it's a bad idea to hand my daughter over to a pack we are fighting with' and there had been no 'Jeia what did you think of this?'. They were just going to hand her over to a foreign pack and a forighn brute.
The rusty female finally slowed as she reached a clearing. There was nothing but forest surrounded her. She must be in the heart of the forest. She made her way out into the moonlight. It was full and bright compared to the darkness that she had emerged from. She trotted slowly to the middle of the clearing as sat staring at the stars. She needed to rest tonight or she would pay for it tomorrow. Hopefully no one had managed to follow her this far. She had tried to cover her tracks as much as possible, but a skilled tracker would still manage to find her. She let out a sigh finding a rock and curling up against it. She was too tired to try and dig a den. The rock would provide a little shelter. Digging a den was a sure way to say 'Hey look I'm here'. She couldn't risk it. Slowly she felt sleep take over, the darkness, the sinking sensation. Soon after she found herself in her dreams, in sleep.
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Post by Rai on Apr 30, 2008 20:45:36 GMT -5
A low growl of frustration rumbled up from the male’s throat as once again the tracks ended. It was no problem, really, he had other ways of finding what he needed, but it was so much easier when there was something plain and clear to go off of. Turning his glowing blue eyes to the sky, he sighed, and murmured something under his breath, a prayer, perhaps. “This is too much…” Erie muttered, shaking his head and putting his nose to one of the tracks she had left, getting her scent fresh in his mind. Then he began sniffing around until he found the trail again. In a matter of seconds, he was off, running again.
‘She’s rust red, with crème and she’s got brown eyes. Find her and bring her back’
That’s what his oh-so-helpful father had told him. And the thing was, he didn’t want to bring this ‘Jeia’ back. They hadn’t even met and he was supposed to be her mate? What kind of warped logic…? How was it supposed to settle anything between them, anyway? Sure, some kind of union, join the packs together, woo! What would it do? Even if they united, he knew for a fact there were members who would still cause trouble. He paid attention, he saw, he knew.
Scoffing, Erie stopped for a moment to catch his breath, having been chasing after Jeia for the whole day. As soon as his pack heard about it, they sent him off, and perhaps he might have gotten to stay home… if it weren’t for the fact there were few other competent trackers. “Dash it all,” he muttered, looking down at his paws. He was muddy, dusty, wet, tired, hungry, and thirsty all at once. It wasn’t fun. He was a prince, and while he wasn’t one to be all cocky because of that status, he did believe he deserved a little better than being shoved out into the unknown to find a wolf he was supposed to be mates with, and yet had never met. Anyone deserved better than that!
After finally regaining his breath, Erie moved on again, deciding to find a stream and perhaps a meal—a mouse would do, for Star’s sake—then find a suitable place to rest for the night. He was close, he could feel it, and while he didn’t want to miss out on the chance to catch up, he needed to recuperate desperately. After coming upon a stream and drinking his fill, and finding and catching a rabbit, he had used up the last bits of his energy, reduced to dragging his paws along, head low to the ground. He didn’t even notice the smell of another right away.
But when he did, his head snapped up, glowing teal and ice eyes wide as he looked the sleeping wolf over. Rust red and crème fur, was it her? He glanced up to the bright moon and the twinkling stars, sending up a heartfelt ‘Thank you.’ Of course, there was still a problem. How long had she been sleeping? Erie had been running and running, and if she had had a longer time to rest, she could up and run right now, and he wouldn’t be able to catch up. He couldn’t back up and pretend like he was never here, either, because well, his scent, surely she’d smell it, and recognize the smell of his pack. Maybe he could tackle her and pin her down and convince her to return, not letting her up until she did? No, that was violence, and somehow he didn’t want to taint this particular earth in such a manner. Besides, he was so tired, she’d probably be able to over power him, as embarrassing as that was to think about. So, he decided to just be direct and get it over with.
“Jeia?” he asked, lifting a paw and lightly nudging her shoulder, before backing up to give her space. “Please don’t run?”[/color] he added meekly after that, hoping to stars she didn’t, because if she did… well, he was giving up. He’d just go home, he didn’t want to be chasing her all over the place, and he wasn’t going to push her into this, because well, he didn’t like the idea so much, either.
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Azalea
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Post by Azalea on May 2, 2008 3:52:14 GMT -5
Soft warmth against her fur, splashed with coolness as she lay under the shade of a single oak. Dancing light flickered of the ground and the long branches swayed in the wind. Home. She was home. A cold shiver ran down her spine, fur standing on end. The colour red soon filled the sky as the final sun set. That crimson red had reminded her so much of the blood that had spilt. Her cousins, her aunts, her pack brothers and sisters. She was standing alone in the darkness waiting... Waiting for what? An order? Life? Death? She knew the orders, she was the order. Defend the homeland. She was drowning in the silence. Footsteps... A voice... Her name... Chocolate eyes snapped open as her tired body jolted with an unknown energy. He knew her name... He... Who was he? She didn't care she wanted to run, but her legs remained glued to the ground. her body wasn't doing what her mind screamed. Instead she listened.
“Please don’t run?”
Run... Don't run... She had been running for so long, but a true Cinthoria did not run. She could not run now that she was caught. To do that was to go against everything her pack brothers and sisters stood for. She sighed softly finally allowing herself to acknowledging his presence. His scent was that of the enemy. "If you're here to convince me to go back I won't buy it. This should just..." she paused. What had she done? By leaving his pack had more of an excuse to attack. Her ears twitched back momentarily as she sat. There was no point jumping down the wolf's throat either. He was probably only doing what he was ordered. She stood again and walked closer to him. He had obviously been following her for a while. She sat in closer staring at the dirt. "I won't run any more. I'm a Cinthoria... I don't run. At least not when I'm caught." She wasn't thrilled with this, but as long as she made herself clear perhaps he will return to his pack and leave her be.
Did this wolf even know under what circumstances she had left? He probably did otherwise he wouldn't have been ordered to follow. Who was he anyway? She stared at him. He held some air of dominance, but looked too tired to hold his correct position. "I can't return even if I wanted to. I am shamed having run from my family and I doubt your pack, this brute who I've never met but would have been forced to be a mate to, even want me. I can't go back to more fighting. I deserved some choice in my future. I don't even know the brute's name, what he looks like... I don't know anything about him. So you go back and tell whoever the brute I was meant to be a mate that if he wanted it he was a sick sick wolf, if he didn't then he shouldn't have sent you to find me and if he didn't send you then tell him i hope he finds whatever substitute my father will send in my place satisfactory. You take care of yourself and rest too. you look exhausted and it's more than likely you will return to more fighting." She turned and walked back to her rock and slumped down once again. This time she would sleep and hopefully the brown brute would rest too.
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Post by Rai on May 3, 2008 3:42:59 GMT -5
Erie sighed tiredly, dropping to his bum once Jeia started what was sure to turn into at least a semi-long rant. He listened to her tell him that she wasn’t going to run, that it was against Cinthorian beliefs. Well that was certainly true enough. Those damn Cinthorians were well known for being stubborn. Well the wolves of Shrilan were no pushovers, either. He’d settle this. Besides, he didn’t like the way she was trash-talking his father—as incompetent as the old man could be, sometimes—and without knowing it, him.
“Alright, listen and listen well, Princess Jeia,” he began his tone firm as he heaved himself onto his tired paws. “I appreciate the last two sentiments, but the rest is, to be frank, balderdash,” he stated with a frown. “Do you honestly think that he appreciates the fact he’s being pushed into a relationship? He’s just as reluctant as you are, believe you me,” Erie continued, not giving away that he was actually the one they were talking about… at least, not yet.
“And yet, here he is, thrust out into Stars knows where, chasing after a female when he could be taking care of other things, or better yet, resting! No, he should be back at home, helping fix the huge mess that indeed, you did leave behind! I swear your pack is foaming at the mouth like they’ve taken sick!” Somewhere after the first few words, Erie’s voice had risen in volume, but it never reached a yell until the very end. He’d been taught it was wrong to yell at females, but damn it, he wasn’t going to be walked on, because he had also learned that that was not allowed in a Shrilanian. They were proud, and they didn’t take kindly to being bashed, indirectly or not.
He forced himself to calm before he continued, picking up his stance and holding himself a little higher. “So, because it would be hypocritical to demand you come back when I don’t want to deal with this lovely arrangement we have going on here, either, I have a proposition. I go far enough to ask if I might travel with you until there comes a place to settle down. Then you can be done with me, but it’s dangerous to be out all by yourself. We’ll fair better as a pair,” Erie stated, hoping to reach a compromise with Jeia. And then, he remembered that throughout all of his rambling, he’d neglected to mention his name. “By the way, my name is Erie, Prince of Shrilan and your ex-fiancé, as I’m sure you’ve already figured out,” He said, his voice softer now, as the last few bits of energy faded from his system. Gods, he didn’t even know if he could continue this conversation any longer. They’d probably have to hold off until morning. Sinking down, he laid his head on his paws, his almost glowing eyes glancing up at her to see if she had any last words to add.
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Post by Azalea on May 9, 2008 23:38:00 GMT -5
"Alright, listen and listen well, Princess Jeia,”... “I appreciate the last two sentiments, but the rest is, to be frank, balderdash,”
Balderdash? A chuckle escaped her lips. It wasn't balderdash at all. They had started the war. They had started it and her pack had responded correctly. They had been protecting their home. They were trying to protect their families. This brute seemed to know nothing of the suffering. The Shrilan alpha was a stubborn coot who would look for any excuse for war. That left only the prince to give the orders to find her. That left him being a sick wolf for agreeing to be her mate in the first place. On the slim chance he didn't then he'd have to make do with a replacement because she wasn't going back. She couldn't go back. her family would kill her now and she was never ever going to be apart of the Shrilan. She couldn't do that. She was not a drinker of blood, she wasn't like them. She herself stood up on her paws, holding herself dominantly. She wasn't going to let this wolf win.
“Do you honestly think that he appreciates the fact he’s being pushed into a relationship? He’s just as reluctant as you are, believe you me,”
She let out a huff as she stared him down. "Why do you believe otherwise? There is only one wolf that would have sent you and that would be him. His father has looked for any excuse to continue fighting. Me leaving will turn out to be some offensive act in his eyes and the war will continue. Only the prince could have given the order. That either makes him a sick wolf or on the slim chance he wasn't the one that sent you he will have to be happy with the replacement. I am not for sale or trade and the fact my family..." she paused her voice reaching a breaking point. "It sickens me my own family could betray me," she continued her voice a whisper. She didn't want this, she didn't want a war and she could have prevented its continuance, but not like that. How did a marriage solve anything? How did it solve anything when it only alienated the two wolves involved. For all she knew she then could have belonged no where.
“And yet, here he is, thrust out into Stars knows where, chasing after a female when he could be taking care of other things, or better yet, resting! No, he should be back at home, helping fix the huge mess that indeed, you did leave behind! I swear your pack is foaming at the mouth like they’ve taken sick!”
Her ears folded back as his voice seemed to reach it's peak. She already knew she was seen as weak. She had run away when things had gotten to hard, she had betrayed her pack, like her family betrayed her. They would be dying because of her now. Her parents had done what was best for the pack while she had been selfish and done what was best for her, but there was something he said that bothered her and it wasn't his last statement. Here he is... That implied he was the prince did it not? He did not hold himself high like a scion would. "We weren't the ones who started this war... You've killed families, killed fathers and brothers. You've killed future mothers and pups. You've killed those that were unable to defend themselves and you call us foaming at the mouth like we've taken sick? We have only killed those in defence of our pack, but other than that you are right. I am a coward."
“So, because it would be hypocritical to demand you come back when I don’t want to deal with this lovely arrangement we have going on here, either, I have a proposition. I go far enough to ask if I might travel with you until there comes a place to settle down. Then you can be done with me, but it’s dangerous to be out all by yourself. We’ll fair better as a pair,”
Jeia looked at him in the eye. He had essentially gone and said he hated everything about her and her pack and then suddenly seemed to care that she was alone? What was wrong with this wolf? Did someone drop a rock on his head when he was a pup? "Then why don't you just go home Prince of Shrilan? Why did you even try and follow me in the first place? You could have gone and said you looked before returning. You don't need to stay with me. Why should you care what happens to me?" she whispered. She had no energy. She was drained now both physically and emotionally. An argument like this just seemed so wrong. The stars were watching, the stars would be angry. She held her tongue before dropping down accepting defeat. He could do what he liked. She held no power over him. Here she had no position. She was a princess no longer.
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Post by Rai on May 12, 2008 19:56:24 GMT -5
Erie remained quiet at her first statement, having nothing to reply with. Yes, it was true that his father was by no means tactful or rational, and very quick to anger, but there she had went again, blindly accusing him of being the same way.
"We weren't the ones who started this war... You've killed families, killed fathers and brothers. You've killed future mothers and pups. You've killed those that were unable to defend themselves and you call us foaming at the mouth like we've taken sick? We have only killed those in defence of our pack, but other than that you are right. I am a coward."
Erie's eyes widened and a loud growl erupted from his throat. He stood tall and took a few steps forward, getting in her face and sizing her up. "You haven't even the scrap of a right to say that to me. How dare you accuse me personally of such a thing! I may have my father's face but I assure you Princess Jeia that while the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, the apple also differs greatly because it’s a fruit not a tree!" he practically hissed. After all, how dare she have the audacity to accuse him of being a murderer?
"In fact, I can tell you right now that I have only killed those who have threatened me personally, or have come to exact revenge on my loved ones for any foolish mistakes they made. I didn't want this war and you have no right to say that I killed, and that my pack started this war because this was a long time coming, and after all, why would we attack for no reason? View our side, why don't you?" Erie continued, his tail flicking madly behind him.
"Then why don't you just go home Prince of Shrilan? Why did you even try and follow me in the first place? You could have gone and said you looked before returning. You don't need to stay with me. Why should you care what happens to me?"
Erie forced himself to calm, his expression evening, although he couldn't bite back one last sharp remark. "Why? Because unlike you, I hold a sense of pride and duty. If it is asked of me, even if I do not like it, I will see to it gets done. They wish for me to find Princess Jeia? Fine, I found her, but I'm not so stupid as to jeopardize my own happiness, so the second part of the mission? It slipped my mind." he stated coldly.
“And quite frankly, at the moment I really can’t bring myself to care about you at all. If you must know, I’m looking out for myself, just like you. It will be better to travel together, at least until we must part ways. You can refuse, of course, it matters not to me. All I know is that I am not returning back to that place only to get screamed at, have to deal with more war, more potential brides, and just troublesome matters in general.”[/color] With that said, Erie huffed and turned his back to Jeia, dropping down and curling up, not caring to move to the tree line for a safer, and perhaps more comfortable place to sleep. He didn’t care; he was done caring for right now. All he wanted to do was just sleep all these troubles away and come morning, set out all over again, hopefully in the direction of a new home.
Steadily, his vision blinked out as his glowy eyes drooped, the fog surrounding the edges of his vision pulling him gently into a heavy sleep.
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Azalea
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Post by Azalea on May 22, 2008 2:32:40 GMT -5
"You haven't even the scrap of a right to say that to me. How dare you accuse me personally of such a thing! I may have my father's face but I assure you Princess Jeia that while the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, the apple also differs greatly because it’s a fruit not a tree!"
The new morn lead to a twitch and she awoke with his words ringing in her ears. She took in a deep breath slowly standing up and shaking out. She needed to wash up and so with only one thought in mind she headed out to the sound of flowing water. Her body wound through the trees, like water around rocks. Her body moved gracefully quickly finding the liquid that never returned to the past, the liquid that forever moved on. She bent down lapping it up, the water rolling over her tongue and down her throat. It was cool, but not icy and unpleasant. She lapped it up hungrily. She dipped each paw in too before shaking them off and sitting herself at the bank. Her chocolate eyes closed as she listened to the water, Erie's words returned to her head. "Even if an apple is a fruit it will one day grow into that tree," she whispered softly. She had at least tried to stop the conflict, but he was right and therefore she could say nothing more.
"In fact, I can tell you right now that I have only killed those who have threatened me personally, or have come to exact revenge on my loved ones for any foolish mistakes they made. I didn't want this war and you have no right to say that I killed, and that my pack started this war because this was a long time coming, and after all, why would we attack for no reason? View our side, why don't you?"
She sighed softly to herself. How could he say view his side? She didn't know his side. All the Cinthoria knew was that attack had killed most of their wolves and the smell of Shrilan had been everywhere. The brutes had been out hunting and when they had returned half of the females and pups were dead. It had all been located to one densite, but it was still a loss. After that it had only been war. After that there had only been more bloodshed. Anything and everything she had tried to do to get it to stop had failed. She knew not the reason, but was there reason enough to kill anyone? She herself hadn't harmed any wolf that had attacked her. She was the bearer of this burden and she knew not even this arranged marriage would have stopped it. How long would peace have lasted? Would it have stopped at all? She sighed turning and returning to from where she came.
"Why? Because unlike you, I hold a sense of pride and duty. If it is asked of me, even if I do not like it, I will see to it gets done. They wish for me to find Princess Jeia? Fine, I found her, but I'm not so stupid as to jeopardize my own happiness, so the second part of the mission? It slipped my mind."
Pride and duty? She cringed at the thought as she headed back into the clearing, a rabbit hanging from her mouth. She had hunted on the way back. It wasn't much, but she might as well offer him something to eat if he was going to play pig-headed pride and duty on him. Just because he had pride in his pack and a duty to his pack didn't mean she didn't have pride or duty. She had a duty to herself and that was never to kill another wolf. She couldn't break that duty and that duty came before her pack. She strode into the clearing, glancing around. had he woken? Had he thought she had left? She walked and jumped up on the rock she had used as partial shelter the night before, laying the freshly killed rabbit down. She sighed jumping down and walking to the treeline to site, leaning against a large cool tree, listening to the sounds of a forest. She didn't want to argue this early and so she had decided to keep her mouth shut.
“And quite frankly, at the moment I really can’t bring myself to care about you at all. If you must know, I’m looking out for myself, just like you. It will be better to travel together, at least until we must part ways. You can refuse, of course, it matters not to me. All I know is that I am not returning back to that place only to get screamed at, have to deal with more war, more potential brides, and just troublesome matters in general.”
She was looking out for herself? The more she thought about it the more she realised that was all she ever did. Duty to herself over her duty to her pack... Wasn't that placing her in front of any other being? To never kill another wolf had nothing to do with hour other families would feel, but rather avoiding the guilt of the fact she took a life. She was a selfish... Her body visibly shrunk in size as she no longer held herself highly. She had no right. Maybe she should just go back and let her father kill her or just 'wander' into the Shrilan packlands; maybe she should fight Erie here and lose, but yet wasn't that just another selfish thought? One thing she didn't get wrong though was leaving her pack. By the sounds of that last part Erie too didn't and wasn't going back. "He was right..." she whispered to herself, dropping her gaze now too. He was just right, but not completely. She wouldn't agree with his version of the war, but it was really none of her business any more was it? She had left and that meant the war too.
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Post by Rai on May 27, 2008 0:04:08 GMT -5
Erie had awoken shortly after Jeia, and he had watched her run off, not doing anything to stop her. He had a hunch she would come back later, but even if he were wrong it wouldn't really matter to him. He could make it on his own. He'd just wait here for a bit, recover and come up with a game plan. It was a huge mess, after all. There was still the matter of what to do with his old pack. Surely they would wonder where he went and would send runners out to find him, but then again he had taken care to leave little trail behind after his decision to not return. And that little trail he left would disappear soon enough. Perhaps before they even sent anyone out... he hoped, anyway. He'd rather not have to have a face to face 'Sorry sir but I'm bringing you back one way or another. Force blah blah your own good blah blah please cooperate' It would only lead to their death.
Erie sighed, rolling over to his back, watching the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees dance with the wind. His expression was lax and detached, various thoughts brushing through his mind. Falling back on his side, he stared blankly at a the trunk of a tree right in his line of vision, the reddish color reminding him of Jeia.
At that point, he snorted and stretched his head as far as it would go, looking behind him now. He couldn't help but wonder if he had been hard on her. He knew for sure they had been off on the wrong foot, and perhaps it had been a mistake to confront her. It was after all such bad timing what with the fact they were both tired and stressed. Not to mention the difference in their lives. Good God what were they even thinking, matching them up? He couldn't see how it would work; they conflicted so much. At the same time he knew why: royalty, convenience, a chance at peace... all the wrong reasons. And that was what really got him riled.
A noise behind him interrupted his brooding and he tensed up, tasting the air, ready to leap up if it were danger. However the alarm was uncalled for, the scent recognizable. Jeia... and a rabbit? He heard her paws click on a hard surface, which he assumed was the rock. That was followed by a sigh and a thud as she probably hopped off, and he continued to listen, not standing up just yet.
"He was right..."
She was just close enough for Erie to catch the basic gist of what she said, and he blinked, looking puzzled. Who was she talking about? Him?
Erie waited for just a couple more seconds, then stood up, stretching out his legs and shaking out his fur which was still dirty since he hadn't bothered to take the time to wash it in that stream yesterday. That could be taken care of later, for now he had to try and set things straight.
Making his way over to Jeia, he sat a comfortable distance away, and looked down, picking out his words. "Hi..." he started awkwardly, lapsing off into silence. Clearing his throat, he started again. "Look... sorry about last night; I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand and everything but I was really stressed, tired, unhappy... you get the idea, I'm sure... and so I know we started off on the wrong foot, and maybe we should... try again? We're pretty much problem partners, after all..."[/color] he said, his voice strained and a little unsure. But really, how much more awkward could it get?
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Post by Azalea on May 31, 2008 21:15:38 GMT -5
"Look... sorry about last night; I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand and everything but I was really stressed, tired, unhappy... you get the idea, I'm sure... and so I know we started off on the wrong foot, and maybe we should... try again? We're pretty much problem partners, after all..."
Jeia glanced down at the ground. Her chocolate eyes searched for anything there that would be a useful distraction. She tried to block his words out inside her head. He shouldn't be apologising. He should still be yelling at her. He had been right and it was as simple as that. Slowly she found her eyes had to meet his and a glassy look was the only sign that she was fighting back tears. She didn't want anyone to see her cry, not even her parents. She secretly wished to return home, but that was impossible now. She wanted to be with her family, even if they had betrayed her... She sighed softly. Either way she was stuck with her ex-fiancée now. If she chose to go back he'd follow and he seemed determined to stay with her until they found a new pack. She should at least answer him right? It was rude not to. What was there to say? Words trickled through her mind, before she nodded and chose the more diplomatic answer.
Her maw open and the soft words began to flow gracefully from her mouth. "You needn't apologise. I too was in the wrong and contributed to the situation last night. There was no excuse for my behaviour. You were both wrong and right. It seems I have no pride and duty, only selfish whims on which I act. I don't know why your pack attacked ours and as I'm not a Shrilan I will never understand why. I should not have judged your father for I do not know him, however I ask you do not judge Cinthoria on my actions alone." She paused redirecting herself back to what he said. To start again... If only life was that easy to say let's start again and every wrong vanish. She would never forget what was said last night for that would mean going back to a selfish brat. She wouldn't forget, but perhaps she would forgive instead. Life was about compromises and Erie would understand that too.
She took another breath as she looked to him. "I forgive your words last night, even if many were correct and I hope you forgive the wrongs I commited against you. I hope we can become friends, despite our first impressions of each other and our histories. I don't think we'll come across any more of our kind here. The rabbit was for you if you want it," she finished, adding the last part on more as an afterthought. She tried to smile, but it came out somewhat wonky. She slowly moved back to the rock and sat continuing to groom herself, tugging at her rusty fur where there were knots and cleaning off any excess blood from when she killed the rabbit. She had caught it swiftly, but bloodshed was hard to avoid when the squirmed after being caught. She refused to let it suffer and with a hard bite to the neck it's life had ended. Life was so fragile.
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