The water, it was one of the only things that she could count on, day after day, to take away the aches and pains. It soothed the places that for whatever reason, the nerves were still firing away like they were being burned at that moment. She wondered why they were still so messed up, so long after the fire had originally burned her. The year that had passed, it was crazy to know her family had been gone for so long, she felt so alone. But knowing that it had been a year, the burns were healed, technically. But, it didn’t feel that way. They felt raw, and open, even though in the back of her mind, she knew they were more than closed. But whether or not her nerve endings knew that, was totally different.

She hated him. The black and gold beast who had ‘saved’ her. He was the reason she was in pain day in and day out, he was the reason she had lost all of her will to live. She didn’t want to be in a world where her family wasn’t, but it appeared she had no choice. Now, that’s not to say that fate wasn’t slowly killing her as it was. She was weak, so ever loving weak. Her already slender figure was getting thinner, deathly so. She couldn’t eat much, so what was the point of it all? She knew in the back of her mind that she needed to find a pack, one that would help her with food, one that would shelter her when she couldn’t find her own place to stay warm and healthy. But to give up her freedom? She wasn’t prepared for that.

She heard the steps that approached, whether they were friend or foe, she didn’t know. Her whole body tensed in preparation, ready to flee or fight, whatever the outcome may be. She froze, her ears twitching when she heard the other girls voice. She turned her purple hazed eyes upon the form of the girl, tilting her scarred face slightly as she watched the other, hesitantly preparing a retort in her mind. “I prefer to spend my days in the water, but to each their own. Dust baths may work for those whose nerve endings aren’t exposed, I suppose.” She shrugs, her eyes taking in the other girl, quietly.

She looks down at her legs, her scarred, mangled legs, looking back to the girl before her. “Most don’t have scars like mine, so I suppose a dust bath would help others. Whereas I feel as if my skin is on fire every day, thus, water.” Why was she telling this other girl that?! She had no idea why she had opened up like that, because honestly, she never tells anyone anything. This…was unusual, at best.