If death is your friend, let me be your lover

He was very straightforward about her questions. Nothing seemed to be a lie behind them, besides who would lie about that anyway? Though what he had said was kind of true, no creature was too young to die. Yet there were lots of things Vahva wanted to do before she died, so she would not die today or tomorrow, and she would not let anyone else force her too either. Caesar had mentioned her being made into a doll, did he collect the dead and keep them like toys? Well wasn't that interesting. He was so tiny she wouldn't have guessed, then again so far this world was full of the strange. Her blue mane washed up in the wind as her red eyes flicked with the curiosity of this strange man.

"Well what I meant to say is I'm not ready to die yet, not until I've at least done something worthwhile. But when it happens, how about we meet here? If your willing to wait for a new doll you can follow me around and listen until I die or when I'm ready I'll meet you here. But I tell you, faces grow quickly into bones if you don't reserve them right." Vahva said flicking her tail. Did she actually just say that? She did, and she slightly regretted it but with a heafty sigh she decided it was too late to take it back now. After all, if she was going to die, what use was there anyway. She wouldn't mind being his friend forever, at least that's one wolf who would now remember her name forever. Vahva listened to him as he mentioned a mud bath. A small chuckle arose in the ladies throat.

"I've fallen in mud plenty of times but had a mud bath no I don't believe I have." Vahva shook her head. She didn't have to fear anything from him, his obsession with the dead was nothing really. Everyone was different, weather they were distant or close to others by souls or not. She sat down with a plop in the mud splattering into snow piles to the sides. Snow and mud, it was a wonderful combination wasn't it. Specially on a girl's whose lower half was pure white.


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