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four - amazonian blood - no shield - no sword

From the dreary, gray distance I can see the earthen toned behemoth approach. He is still shorter than me by some measure but a giant nonetheless. Traces of him seem eerily familiar and yet my memories of the Tavorian wolves are more obscure than the land itself. I only remember playing with two that were near to my age back when I was a child, though this male looked like neither of them. It can be said that I’ve never met him until now.

His approach is gentle, friendly even, and his voice has a touch of kindness to it. He knows that I had once been relative to the forest through my mother and the mention of her name brings about a pang in my chest. ”Yes, I miss her…” My eyes are cast away for a moment before looking back to him, once I am assured that I will not let my emotions get the better of me. For the most part I am a rather stoic and straightforward girl, yet every individual has their weakness and their soft spot. Mine happens to be my mother.

The sound of his voice snaps me from my thoughts as my eyes refocus on him once more. ”I want to rejoin Taviora and become an integral part of its system.” I speak honestly and don’t leave much for him to ponder over. While I am still a young adult I considered myself carefree and youthful in years passed. I had no regard for my well-being or that of the others I had surrounded myself with. We took risks and nearly died several times because of them – in the end it just wasn’t worth it. Taviora presents itself to be a life worth living within and if the wolves here are as welcoming as Amoxtli then I will integrate well. ”I’ve traveled far from Moladion but find it in my best interest to return home at last.” A final explanation for my disappearance though the details won’t be splurged so soon.

He needn’t know of my darkest days just yet.

kaliska