Well you got your reasons and you got your lies
You're not real and you can't save me
My angelic frame has paused in sight of this gathering, bright aqua eyes scanning it for any familiar faces. They appear to be strangers, and yet I fancy hat I can catch Diveen's scent somewhere in the mix. Lately I had been feeling lost and rather restless, a sort of life crisis I suppose, though I haven't anyone to voice this to, and somehow I don't feel like I should be telling my packmates. My angelically fragile frame is just still as a stone mere feet from the cluster of mismatched wolves, my mind entirely undecided. The light cinnamon marking up my upper body shows my status as an angel, as I just stand here like some sort of deer in headlights.
A soft smile is woven over my lips as I notice that perhaps this is a group of imprinting hopefuls, and I can hear words being exchanged from one wolf to another, I desire to go and meet these strangers and possibly find someone to talk to. I am merely a girl who has lost her sense of place in this world, nothing I achieve seems to help this yearning feeling, and I take a single step towards the group, head and tail lowered like a puppy seeking permission.
Can't find yourself lost in your lie
You’re gonna get kicked off of your throne
the angelic halo of diveen
Because you’re killing me slow I ain’t ready to die
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