Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple. // Aesior

IT'S NOT TOO LATE
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!

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Seven had immediately taken to helping Ares, providing food, water, and some medical treatment for the now-growing problem of Ares picking at her wing feathers. Lavender and some balm to ease the itchiness of the sites. And after some very stern looks from the Regent, Ares had settled for sticking around her house.

The deinonychus, once so terrifying to her, had become her usual vessel. As painful as it was to think about, it was the only body she was comfortable around, the one that her beloved had seen past. She saw what Ares was capable of and continued to stay. But even that wasn't forever. The beast held back hiccups as she lay against Seven's porch, ragged wings falling to her sides as she rested her head in the dirt. Her eyes had shut to hold back tears, and couldn't see anyone approach her.

BAND OF ARRICK — LION/SHAPESHIFTER — BIO — ATTACK IN #B2CDFC

#psy.

The grief of being the only one to survive, of being the only one left behind was a christening experience for any who were so unlucky as to deal with it. Ares' return home to the swamps had been a surprise but the Luminary had not turned her away before when she had lost herself, and he would not turn her away now either. The pain was one that he knew, and he had known it for too many lifetimes to judge another for the pain that they were going through.

Soft pawsteps approached Seven's home, tired eye falling upon the curled up form of his adopted daughter. It was true that months, perhaps a year had passed since she had lost herself and lashed out. So much time had passed since he had been injured trying to stop her from hurting others, and though his back still at times gave him issue, he had long ago forgiven her and healed. In that same accursed cheetah body, he now approached with a soft chuff of breath, "Ares?"