05-27-2018, 12:47 AM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
Indeed, as summer approached, so did the influx of new faces on their borders. Hazel should know, as she'd spent most of her time outside of the observatory now, keeping an eye on Arion and everyone else in the clan. Half the reason had to do with the heavy clouds of grief hanging over most, while the other half had to do with wanting to be as far from her room as she could get for the time being. She couldn't go in there without seeing the broken lamp still dangling against the cabinet, or the glass scattered all over the floor by the wall. She couldn't get near it without feeling Mother's claws rake down her haunches, or without smelling that tang of copper.
No. She'd stick to outside, where she could watch her clan mates and make sure her colt didn't run anyone over.
It was how she wound up at the border, easily picking out Suite's white pelt and making her way over. Her expression was passive but curious, apprehensive and a little on guard. That bag of stuff looked and sounded ridiculously suspicious - like metal on metal. It was odd that the Ascendants, a largely peaceful group, would have weapons on their territory, but Hazel had joined the conversation a bit late, and didn't know for sure what was in the bag. Still, there was something about this stranger that unsettled her, and for that, Hazel remained standing. She offered a curt nod and a fleeting smile, but didn't give her name or any greeting beyond what she had done. Suite had the talking covered; Hazel was merely the nervous peanut gallery.
No. She'd stick to outside, where she could watch her clan mates and make sure her colt didn't run anyone over.
It was how she wound up at the border, easily picking out Suite's white pelt and making her way over. Her expression was passive but curious, apprehensive and a little on guard. That bag of stuff looked and sounded ridiculously suspicious - like metal on metal. It was odd that the Ascendants, a largely peaceful group, would have weapons on their territory, but Hazel had joined the conversation a bit late, and didn't know for sure what was in the bag. Still, there was something about this stranger that unsettled her, and for that, Hazel remained standing. She offered a curt nod and a fleeting smile, but didn't give her name or any greeting beyond what she had done. Suite had the talking covered; Hazel was merely the nervous peanut gallery.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better