Ain't my fault it's all I got
03-27-2018, 09:02 PM
Side eyeing the bag of bones as he spoke, she would take the time to appreciate how deeply miserable he looked. Not just because of his physical state - which was horrendously underfed and more frail than she figured age alone would leave a wolf - but the look in his eye. The way he stood, the little things, they all spoke of someone who, to put it lightly, wasn't doing well. His somber words only served to confirm her suspicions. It also struck a chord with her, awakening a previously nonexistent emotion, or perhaps simply highlighting one that was there just waiting to be noticed. "Grim talk," she mused, though her voice showed no displeasure. If Mara was to be honest with herself, she resonated with what he said. Being useless, haunted, and doing little more than waiting for her inevitable death were in essence the only things she'd been doing lately. To his posed question she would cant her head and consider it honestly, a soft yawn parting her jaws before she spoke, "Hm... Not specifically, though I think that is more because I'd not considered it rather than not wanting it. An end to suffering I can't explain... Tempting." A faint, dark smile traced it's way across her mouth as she met his eyes again. "Why, is that an offer?" she hummed, a surprisingly light tone for such a morbid discussion. "Cause I'll trade ya. Death for death, peace for peace, a fair trade I think." "Talk" "You" Think |
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