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Post by Rika APW on May 29, 2014 21:08:57 GMT -6
[[ This is a continued rp; Seiymier decided to take Kixja on a tour around Halycon Valley now that she is growing up, and able to move out of intensive care from the Medics, and Rika decided to tag along. Meeting Arlot on the way, he invites the group to come see Zephyrwillow camp, and they meet Maenhria. ]] |
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Post by Rika APW on May 29, 2014 21:30:50 GMT -6
Seeing Sieymier look to her gave her a bit of jump. It seemed as if he gave her a sort of, 'Could you say something?' plead to her for a moment. Taking all in of what happened, she cleared her throat, and sat up. "Maenhria," She said, sounding much more... mature, persay, than normal. Less childish, less excited, and more concerning and motherly like. "What he said was meant to be not of offense, but of a bit of concern." She took a glance at Kixja, inwardly sighing to herself, and walked over to Mae, sitting down beside her, whispering to her. "Some people think.. differently about scars that others." She wished that her phrasing was right, and hopefully it wasn't making her uncomfortable. Um. What to say what to say. "I know that you might not appriciate your scars as like Seiymier does. Sometimes, more than others, scars can be associated with bad things, and I understand that. Some are proud from them.. others.. not so much. And that is fine." Her tail laid behind her, her tail tip flicking anxiously, nervous whether she was saying the right thing or not. She made sure to keep her eyes focused on hers, to make sure that Mae didn't think she was looking anywhere else. Rika lowered her voice even lower. "You are a beautiful wolf, Mae. Even with scars, that doesn't matter. What matters now is that you are in a safe pack, and everyone here will accept you no matter what." She took a small breath, and smiled.
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Post by Deleted on May 29, 2014 21:59:21 GMT -6
'If only they knew where I got these scars...wonder if they would be so sympathetic then...' She thought bitterly. Her gaze darted around camp, searching for Alistair. "My scars are nothing to be admired. I only wish that they were from fights or run-ins with violent animals!" She said, moving her tail away from her paws and shaking out her fur. She moved away from Rika, and puffed her fluffy fur up, which exposed places the fur had not grown back. In each of the exposed places, a scar resided. Some were larger than others, and scars littered her legs, muzzle and ears. It was a wonder she'd survived with as many scars that covered her pelt. "It was out of hatred that someone close to me, or a high rank in my birth pack, a male, did this to me..." She murmured, sitting back down and letting her fur settle. "I'd tell you, but the only one who knows my history is Alistair..." She murmured, unable to seek comfort from Rika's words.
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*scrolling through history* If any of you are planning on starting it back up, please let me know! I may be able to re-join after my camp. It ends this week.