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It was not long before he answered, though it was not a thing that Amalthea was expecting to hear. Her inquiry had been answered with his own question. But this was after he terrified her even more, having seated himself right beside her. The doe’s lilac watchers followed his every move, expecting something, anything, to happen. Knowing her relationship with bad luck, she did not doubt that perhaps she would be killed here. Plummage swept close to her stilt and Thea flinched, painfully pulling her legs in towards her and looking over at him. Why do you live in a pack? Her listeners twitched, displaying her surprise before she pulled it back in, becoming even more armored than before. Was he insane? Do you detest other wolves or is it just me? Lavender met bluebonnet, searching his gaze before she sucked in a breath. But she couldn’t answer right off the top of her head. Especially since he had questioned so much from her. Wording was something that was not a strong point of hers. Why did she live in a pack? Was there even an answer to give there? Her memory replayed for her, displaying the moment that she followed Summer and took shelter in his lands. Shelter from what, she knew but would not share with a stranger… she didn’t even want to share it with herself. So what was her answer for the first? This one owe’s the King her life. Her leg moved and she bit down, her jowls flexing. It hurt. Too much. His second question had confused her. Detest… that meant hate, did it not? Thea did not hate this male, though she was terrified of him and his namelessness and his action of stalking her and catching her like one would a hare. This one does not know you. That was the only answer she was going to give him. The ivory ess pressed her lips together, continuing to keep a steel gaze on the brujo. Even if she screamed, no one would hear her, would they… and Summer did not even know that she was gone. Besides, it was not as if she expected him to know her daily routine or the times that she came back. However, with night settled in, Amalthea was starting to become more pressured by shadows and sounds. Her attention fell away from the hellion, moving to the side, her auds swiveling this way and that, showing that she was indeed paranoid of being out in the dark. And the only comfort she had was also the same thing that terrified her. If anything popped out of those bushes, she would be a sittiing duck. Shaking, she attempted to stand, sucking in a sharp breath when she put pressure on her dislocated leg. It hurt like hell. It wasn’t even that it was a great pain—it was a 7 on her 10 scale, but the killer part was that it continued to hurt every time she moved. When she was done surveying her surroundings, she turned back to the warrior and looked him up and down, wary.
lady amalthea
darling femme x young adult x pearl finish x lilac dreamers x without home x without love
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