Snow white, golden helm. She was an angel of beauty padding through the desolate forests. She was the picture of calm serenity, a true seraph. Yet just below the surface, a hot rage boiled, a tidal wave of emotions and none of them pleasant. Sorrow. Abandonment. Anger. Nostalgia. Defiance. How could he do this to her? They had always been there for each other and now he had just up and left? He had always been there to protect her and care for her. He was her savior and now he was leaving her, no better than her family had when she was so young. The lass didn't know what he really had been to her. A father, perhaps, or a brother. Or maybe a mix of both. But in any case, from her early puphood until the beginnings of her teen years she now dwelt in, he was her only family. But now her "Frossy" was gone, leaving his snow angel with not a single soul to accompany her. The rules of their little gang had been her life for so long. No lovers allowed, just us. No joining packs, we're your family. And the most important to him, protect the pup. Perhaps that's why his disappearance had come as such a hard hit to the lass. He had always put her above anyone else, even himself, which was saying something for him. She knew that, if necessary, Jack Frost would have given his life to save hers. But he was gone now. And none of that mattered anymore.
The tears had come for a short time, but Eris was past all the mushy stuff. She never had been much for it. You couldn't afford to let the bad rule you when you lived like her. No, now she was only angry. Pissed off was probably a better description of it. He wanted to leave her? Fine, let him go. She had always known he was a selfish bastard. She could take care of herself now, she was old enough. Being a loner was all she had ever known. Still, she was dead set on something new. As soon as the rage had set in, the idea formed in her mind. What went against Frossy's morals more than joining a pack? Nothing. And so that's what the teen was hell bent on doing. Words of all the packs swirled into her ears, putting her mind fast at work to decide. Now here she was, treading onto Munashii Gekko's doorstep. She was strong, tough, clever. Not vicious. The young teen knew of the razor sharp air of Serris, but she held no fear. She had experienced her own personal hell once before. Fear was a foreigner to the young teen now. As she stood, silently awaiting the alpha, there was only a steel edged determination plated over her defiant rage.
words.
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