She is not alone. Her mind whispers this to her, teasing her with its words but not allowing her to turn her head. To inhale it’s perfume and determine if it is a thread. What do you mean, they are all against you. Don’t you know that by now? Then it cackles, a foul sound that grates upon her mind until she wants to scream out and clamp her paws over her ears. But it was right yes? They all were out to get her for she knew, oh she kenw the truth of her existence. They would wipe her out before she could spread the sordid details but not before she had her turn. Oh no, not until the other paid for her misdeads.
And then she is able to move, to disentangle her carcass from the bush, the branches groaning their disgust. Leaves and other litter adorn her ebony chassis giving her an elfish look, one with nature, or in her case against it. She turns, the movement jerky and disjointed as if she was not whole, as if her body was stolen, hijacked. Her company is another female, yet the body the girl housed is powerful, her skeletal cap endearing just as the jarring green eyes. She looked as fucked up as she was on the inside. Eyes roam down, noting the scars, the tattered ears, the markings down her leg. She was a powerhouse and for some reason Pallas’s mind quieted in silent appreciation. What’s this? Could something other than deranged ravaging silence other half?
"It lives." Her voice is oddly soft, feminine yet it holds a hard edge. An edge placed there by the circumstances of her life. A razorsharp precipice that she walked upon willingly now, one wrong pawstep and she will be hurled upon the blade of insanity. Yet she was not there, not yet. Maybe not ever. "What do you want." Straight to the point. ”You hear that old girl. She speaks like a man. She looks like a male. Does your heart flutter?” Once again it laughs, causing the corners of her lips to rise. "Unless it is I you seek." A coy gleam begins to shimmer, knowing of the impending season. She teases, is cruel for her mind tells her that this is a female who wants to be a boy and she is angry. So very angry that she wants everything and everyone to share in her internal abyss.

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