It's a nicer one[joining]
08-25-2013, 09:59 PM
This place didn't exactly remind her of home, considering it had been dotted with small plants and other small creatures that had various poisons in them. This could have been another type of desert, but regardless it was a warm feeling that she got warping off of it. Recently she had found herself losing everything, and now she was the only one left in her family. Her brother ran off with her son, her daughter and old rapist had been killed. Denki had left her to start his own life, so what else did she have to go off of. Yet, you know what, she didn't feel sad. The tears had fallen for days on end maybe her red eyes were even more so but the beautiful girl was not about to be broken. She was determined to make her life worthwhile. She didn't want to go down with a depressing look on her face. When she went to meet her maker she wanted to smile and tell the ones she was closed to that she had done what she wished to do. So as the brown female stood here on the edge of the border she held herself with pride but still at the respectable distance of these wolves. Rivaxorus was no stranger to packs, nor would she ever be.
Riv pulled back her head in a fine manner and let out a clean howl. It wasn't urgent, it was kind and it was simply a beckoning call letting those around here know she was here looking for a home. Lowering her head she blinked her white eye patch on the left resembling that of her relative family. As the large wolf flicked her pure black tail she gave a bit of a smile. Things were looking up weren't they. After all the death, things were settling down. Though she knew if she got too happy and settled down something bad could happen. She had already lost two past mates that she had loved dearly one female one male. Then even though she had promised to raised the child of a rapist Denki....had murdered them. Regardless it was a story she would rather bury. Unless someone, truthfully, wanted to know about it. In which no one should ever have felt like she had. Torn apart over and over again. Love, was a delicate thing.
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