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Lillith

Loner

age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
1253
size
Medium
build
Light
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player

The Ooze Participant
07-22-2021, 06:24 PM (This post was last modified: 07-22-2021, 06:24 PM by Lillith. Edited 1 time in total.)
She wasn’t sure if she could see his grin but she could feel it in the way his heart beat against his chest and she felt it against her paw. Steady and rhythmic it cemented her beside him. It was just a nightmare that she could forget. What was real was the castle walls, her family within, and Romulus here beside her. He gave her a soft welcome, his voice already much deeper than hers could ever be. She could feel it rumble deep in his chest. It felt good being close beside him like this, strange considering she had never said that about anyone but this stranger. Or not a stranger anymore, Roman was her friend, she wouldn’t question that fact.

Lilith was a naive little girl still, maybe she should have been more aware of the truths of life but it wouldn’t be the only facet she was behind in. She knew she liked this but she didn’t realize just how dissimilar this friendship was to the other wolves in her life. Her family. Right now she was still in awe of him, a young girl just trying to figure out her place in a world already far too cruel. She grew quiet, but Roman was swift to encourage her.

He took her words and spoke them like she could believe him. He believed she was capable, even after her performance out there today. He had seen what happened to her and still insisted she was just like the rest of the pack. She was capable and could do whatever she put her mind too. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t have to try harder or take a lot more breaks, but she was capable even if her body was weak.

Roman moved his paw, caressing her shoulder, up her neck, cheek, and finally cupped her chin towards him. She smiled, the blush invisible from the dim light. A little shiver went down her spine as she tried to relax against the cot as he trailed his dark paw back down the side of her, and proved his point. There were no cracks, she was not made of porcelain. She giggled softly along with him, his paw under her ribs tickling slightly. Enough to make her wiggle slightly under his touch. ”No cracks,” she agreed softly. ”I don’t want to sit on a shelf, but... “ he had seen her illness manifest. He knew first hand now what she struggled through to even do half of what he did. ”You saw what happens.”

Lillith Adravendi