Daughter of Mine

*Crusade* · 07-06-2013, 03:46 AM

WHEN THE IRON IN YOUR SOUL
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They hadn't gone a step before Crusade knew something was terribly wrong. This wasn't the Maka she knew and loved, this was a thorny, cringing creature. Crusade's ear unconsciously pinned back. What was going on? She'd never been the best at well, talking out problems with others. She was too blunt of a creature herself, and too strong. She'd been through several different brands of hell and come out on top, or at least still perfectly sane and able to enjoy her life. She'd come to learn that the world could be a terrible, horrible place and often it doesn't matter what you do, bad things will still happen. At such times being lost and empty and depressed was natural, but it didn't do anyone any good. And you'd come out a worse wolf than when you began.

But how did you explain that to someone else? Maka had been through tough times certainly, but Crusade couldn't see how it compared to herself or to her sister Arcane who'd seen her mate go crazy, eat her children, try to kill himself and then die. Maka knew pain, she knew sorrow and she knew what it was to be alone, but things could always be worse and often if you weren't so busy looking down, things would seem better.

Perhaps some of these thoughts were exactly what Maka needed to hear. But first Crusade needed to listen. "Alright, child," the old she-wolf said as she picked her way through the fertile volcanic soil. "Talk to me. I've never seen you so upset. Is it having to move? Is it the new home?" After a moment, recognizing the scent of heat on her daughter, she added, sweetly, "Is it that your heart pines for a mate and kids?"

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IS THE ONLY HOPE YOU'VE EVER KNOWN

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