I'm beginning to feel like a Dungeon Dragon

soul forever her own | heart captured by none | Hastati for Glorall | no children |

She laughed and nodded at her sister's antics and confirming her question, nuzzling her back with a wagging tail. It had been so long since she felt close to someone like she did Chickadee, maybe never. She didn't quite know how, only that they clicked for one reason or another. That was perfectly fine with Jag; she loved Chicky with all her heart. But it was familial love, the love she could bear and feel without protest.The other kind, well...That was off limits and to be regarded as one might regard a beautiful but deadly creature; nice to watch but stay the hell away lest it destroy you. She seemed to be in the minority with her thoughts on love, most thought it was a wonderful thing. Finding one's mate or imprint was generally regarded as a thing to celebrate. Or at least congratulate. But now she might've possibly found hers and her world was falling out from under her feet. And not in the good way.

She smiled automatically at her words, falling back into her habit of seeming invincibility to all others despite the question being from Chicky. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" But even to her her words sounded hollow, falsely truthful. She couldn't help it. To her, everyone was always more important and her woes were her own to deal with and mull over to the point of insanity. She was an Ordine, a healer, and as it stood now Chickadee was the only healer in Glorall. She was undoubtedly busy. She had meant to just pop in for a quick hello when she spotted her. She remembered how she felt when he showed up and remembered how she considered telling her troubles to her sister, but now...She wasn't so sure. Yes, she had more emotions competing for dominance in one moment than she probably had all her life, but she was still reluctant. Thankfully, her next words allowed her more time. "No, no. I'm fine, really." She reassured, though she followed her to the opening of her den. It was true, the wounds were scabbed over and a few days old. There was nothing really that could be done for them. And besides, what residual pain she might have she welcomed; she needed it. Needed it to distract her. She might let her put something on to make it heal faster so she'd feel like she did something but would draw the line on something for the pain.

She sat back on her haunches, trying to keep her hackles from raising or her fur from bristling. No such luck, seeing as her fur looked like it had transformed into tiny black spikes. "My...My..." She growled, cursing her inability to even say the word. Could he even be considered it? Probably, seeing as he felt the need to follow her all the way from Fidelis to Moladion. And wanted to protect her and care for her. And how her heart, the traitorous little organ, would rejoice ever time it saw him or thought of him, giving a little jerk in her chest. She gritted her teeth and glared at nothing in particular, determined to tell her even if it killed her. "My imprint found me." She snarled, mind conjuring up an image of the infuriating male. Her fangs ached for something to be sunk into, preferably his throat to mash his windpipe."I can't believe he's been this close to me for all that time," She moaned pitifully, dropping down to a laying position. She put her paws over her eyes, growling under her breath. "I thought I was rid of him..."
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