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Pesto!



Pestilence

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
159
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
319
player

All Oozed OutThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1BeeventBronze Medal 2020Critical Fail!
1KValentines 2020VolcanoTreat 2019
01-25-2020, 11:47 PM
Find #12






Harbringr's response did nothing to lift her spirits, even when he mentioned her fighting an alpha in this hypothetical situation. She shrugged sadly. "Yeah okay, I guess other people can learn stuff too." She relented, pained by his latter words. While he was trying to make her feel better it definitely wasn't helping, and her heart only hurt more the more he continued to talk. So her dad didn't think she was worthy of him anymore?

The pup sniffed, lifting a paw to swipe at her wet eyes. "I think they were just imagining it." She insisted sharply, trying desperately to convince herself that their talk about seeing Archon was all lies. "Spirits don't exist, there's nothing after death." Her voice was low and sad, and while she spoke Pesto only pictured her recurring nightmare of her father's body falling into the volcano, his paws bloody from trying to grapple onto the sharp rocks and the nameless wolf who she was told followed him into death. After a moment she shook her head clear, sighing.  

Costanza caught her eye in the distance, and Pestilence's eyes slid shut as she realized her carelessness. "'Cept 'Stanza." She clarified softly. "She can be real, but only her because she's special." It felt wrong to insinuate her dad was less-than-special, but he'd not come to visit her in her dreams. Pestilence was understandably bitter to have been skipped over, and only more upset if it was true and her father was waiting for a prayer that would never come.



"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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