Panic pierced the heart of the little puppy in the moment she heard the soft ‘hello’. The soft kindness in the voice cut her more than any cruel words or snarls ever could. It was easier to run from a snarl or a snap, but when something crooned and called you closer denying a part of your desire was one of the hardest things you could do. The simple soft phrase almost seduced her to stay, called her sweetly to the white wolf. Maybe this would be the chance she could prove that she was not the curse she had been burdened with.

Jaws snapped in her memory! A muzzle covered in blood and her own buried in flesh. Pariah cried out in surprise at her own flashback and scrambled frightfully off the rock she had almost claimed as her safe space. Whimpering she hid behind the moss covered rock. Careful to make sure it remained between herself and the stranger, she peered at Liquid Amber from the safe distance. The other woman was lovely and white. Just as half the world had promised to be. But there was still always that darkness, the fear that it could turn and show the black.No… Pariah whimpered to herself and to the ether around her. No… it will not happen again. She backed away from Liquid Amber. Red eyes wide with panic, the black and white rings glinting in the sunlight. They searched everywhere for a way to escape, a way to save the beauty from the death that would surely come. One way or another, had Pariah not brought loss to those around her?

She squeezed her eyes closed for a moment, trying desperately to fight everything inside herself, everything that wanted to break out in every direction.

No. Please, no more blood. She chanted to herself, curled into a ball of stone and red, wishing she could stay in the place of beauty.