The pure happiness she had - it was great. Finally she felt something other than emptiness. Maybe she could finally find hope in someone, maybe she could finally be something other than a graveyard soul. She felt happy with him. Her neon blue orbs looking into his when they collided together. "Dream Drop!" She beamed at him. He hadn't forgotten her, something she was so fearful of. He rose to his paws, as she did. "What happened to you?" His head tilted and she sighed, looking to her paws. "Are you alright?"

She gave a nod. "I'm alright, don't worry about me. I challenged for a pack and lost." She spoke softly, her tone changed somewhat. "Striker was his name. I wanted to be something more and not feel so alone in the world." She sighed, a smile coming across her maw as she looked back to him. "But I'm not alone anymore."




"I can't see what's wrong with living for myself."

WE ARE NOT HOLY WE ARE GRAVEYARD SOULS

DREAM DROP
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