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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The young male stank of the usual slave filth – or did the ardent simply associate the smell with their lowest members – but the lioness managed to hide her disdain as she walked over to him. She failed to recognize him as anything more than a slave, remaining unaware of his family or ties to the Typhoon, but she wasn’t blind. Her golden eyes flickered down to the herbs at Silas’s paws with slight interest; though she, quite honestly, wasn’t as interested as she would have been a few weeks ago. Now that Cosette returned to the group and Rhiannon showed promise in the medical field, the Pitt no longer starved for willing medics.

So she thought of him as practically useless; nothing but a backup for a backup. “Who do you belong to?” she asked, not caring enough to learn his name. She once kept a slave for similar uses when she started out as an erudite – so she assumed Cosette or, less likely, Rhiannon thought of enlisting a slave for a similar purpose.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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