THAT’S WHEN I LEARN TO CUT MY TIES
The witch had no collection of how she came to these lands, all she knew was she couldn’t stay alone forever. She craved the want to fight once more, to have something to fight for. Her hopes were high as she listened for the news of any packs needing members, surely one of the less sexist ones would. Her mind was already against Amaya and Tarben, she wanted one where she was an equal once again.
Her pale violet eyes watched the rivers as she paced, waiting for a fish. Finally, a trout. She lunged and plucked it from the waters with her jaws, thrashing it about until it went limp. She rose her skull masked head in pride as a howl came forth in the winds. Amberbjorne, their King, was holding a meeting. She peeled her multi-colored body from the waters with her catch and padded off to the clearing. Her head lowered in respect to the pitch male who sat the throne. She set her fish on the ground before speaking. "I’m Spiritbox, a distinguished warrior from my homeland. I would like to join your ranks if you would have me."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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BLOOD INTO WINE TAKE MY BODY INSTEAD
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