If I'm Not Strong

*Heather* · 10-30-2017, 05:12 PM

The west dancefloor, Heather didn't know what she was doing here. When she finally had a moment of clarity it was like reality had come crashing down on her. The appaloose marked female had lost everthing. She didn't know where her father, brothers or even sister were. She half didn't even know what she'd been doing this whole time. She blinked, this overwhelming sense of nothing was getting to her. What was a queen who had lost her throne? No she'd abandoned Fiori, she knew that. She'd become too stressed snapped and left. Something horrible like that. As she sighed, a stranger approached and she found herself on guard.

She stood and rose her hackles for a moment, she didn't like the outside world that she was in. Though from the scent of it, the female was a simple healer of Abaven. She knew the scent, but not the place just a few words here and there. Of course Heather felt bad for raising her hackles. Not that the tired looking silver female would look like much of a threat anyway. She was skinny and she was worn down from the look in her eyes. A little bit of a sad thing for a wolf her age. Heather did suppose though that she needed.... wanted some company. "Excuse me. A..are you looking for something?" Heather asked.

"Talk"

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