She's waiting for superman

The silence of the night drug on and she was glad for it yet she also missed those ever curious pups of Hannibal's. She was certain that recluse would be out of the den right now enjoying the time where she could be out without the sun burning her pale flesh. while both the others would be asleep or almost asleep with Thys. The silence was broken by the sound of not to quiet paws and a voice of a wolf too young to fear yet. Her ears still instinctively fell though and her head turned those baby blues to the child.

She took her appearance in. Her eyes, those markings, she could be no other than Rhyme's child. But it was unclear who her mother should be. How had she missed this? Rhyme had children already and she was barely anywhere new with her life yet. He'd rewritten himself and she was still that young slave girl who let others do as they pleased to her. Her expression softened as she looked upon the child. A small nod was given, and softened vocals came forth. "He's my brother, which i guess makes you my neice." She lowered her body to lay down with her eyes on the child and tail curled around her haunches. "Does he know your out here this late?" obviously she wasn't angry, there wasn't the heart in Eulogy to be mad or vengeful, ever. Maybe too much of Rhythm was in her, or maybe it was her own view on the world, but then again it could be how she'd always been the underdog in things.


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