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Days had passed since Amalthea had left the borders. After her little deal at the borders had been experienced by a neighboring pack, Amalthea had taken to hiding. She didn’t even bring rabbits. In fact, she barely ate, herself. She kept herself out of the way of any other vargs that might be patrolling the borders, and she stayed in a makeshift den that was just a hollowed out, enormous log. She kept quiet, did not disturb others, and counted her blessings. Amalthea was still terrified of everything that had happened to her in the past month. She had run from her forest even though she much rather would have died along with every unlucky creature that had gotten stuck in the flames. And even worse, she knew nothing of the outcome for her sibling, darling Yona. She traveled and ran from those who hunted her, knowing who and what she really was. And then she’d frightened herself into pain and had been helped by someone who knew nothing of her. Someone who she now trusted and watched out for despite him not knowing. Though she would have asked if there was anything wrong, Thea was not the confrontational type. She was one who slunk back into the shadows and stayed to her gossamer thoughts. Beautiful, mythical, untouchable. The horn of a unicorn.
For the first time in two days, the femme slid from her hiding place and stepped into the dancing spots of sunlight. She lifted her head and raised her body, curling her tassel in ecstasy at the feeling of life around her. Summer was her favorite season. Spring her second favorite. She loved the thriving energy, coursing all around her. The fae inhaled deeply, letting the air out slowly so that she could savor the moments that laced themselves between each heartbeat. But revisiting Yona earlier grabbed a hold of the creature’s emotions, pulling her around herself and wrapping her in grief. Her body became drawn in once more, her freedom taken right from underneath her. The energy pouring around her no longer entertained her liveliness. For what if Yona were not part of this earth’s breathing energy any longer? The girls were siblings in a sense that they had been raised together, creatures of the same breed often flocked together in order to keep themselves alive. Their unique blood that coursed through their bodies showed in both the girls’ eyes. Lavender pigmentation under lashes of onyx. But while Amalthea was unstained and had a pearl finish, Yona was a beautiful crimson—that of the dawn. She was eye catching. A jewel to be obtained by pirates who sought out the rarest treasures. Amalthea closed her eyes tight, wishing away the thoughts. She wished she had not gone. She wished she had not stumbled. She wished she were not in this pack. She wished she were home. Home where things were safe and where others did not approach her or threaten her livelihood. Hidden.
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lady amalthea
darling femme x young adult x pearl finish x lilac dreamers x without home x without love
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