Another Bottle Down

*Armai* · 08-22-2016, 07:30 PM

Riv had lost.

That fact kept ringing in her mind long after the fight had ended. A day had passed and Armai couldn't bring herself to clear out her things. She felt a fair amount of defiance and hatred towards the woman who had ruined everything. She's defeated her friend, told them all to scatter, and left everything a broken mess. Not that it hadn't been broken before, but the few who had opposed Riv could have easily been dealt with. She truly believed in Riv and she didn't think anything less of him. He'd lost, but fights were meant to be won and lost. She didn't believe in him any less.

She didn't fear the woman who'd try to run them off. This was her den, this was her home, and she and Nox were going to stay right here so long as Riv was. If he picked up and walked off then she was going to try and go with him. Someone had to keep an 'eye' on his wounds and they would need to be cleaned and treated every day.

It irked her that she'd tried to kick them out of what was now loner lands. The woman hadn't been back here. She'd merely picked up and left to go who knows where. Judging from the scent of the borders she hadn't been back to mark them so she'd settled comfortably in her den. She found herself sighing though as she curled into a ball next to Nox. Despite her earlier resolve to stay with Riv, she felt a shattering emptiness. She'd put her all into a pack, she'd never been with one before, and everything she'd worked for now crumbled because of that bitch. What was she going to do now if Riv didn't want her?

Walk, "Talk" Think "Nox"

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