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Resin
11-27-2021, 09:27 PM
Sirius moved forward, a look of disbelief on his face. For this unspoken question, Resin didn't have an answer either. She simply knew that she was here and that was enough. She would use the time that she had to do what she felt needed to be done. She would bring comfort to those that had mattered to her in life. That was why she was here with the fanged man now. One paw reached out to rest upon her cheek and Resin allowed him to do so. She was solid enough, though there was an unnatural give to her flesh. Push too hard and his paw would likely go straight through her like claws through the slush of a thawing lake. He asked how and she simply shook her head, unable to answer. She did give in to a moment of affection and lean into his rough paw pads, however. Sirius spoke about those that were gone while he remained. A soft exhale left the one-eyed fae though her singular gaze was hard as ever. It's natural state, of course. "The fate of the strong, unfortunately. The strong live to see others die, disperse, perish. All you can do is continue to remain the pillar that holds the rest together." That was what she had done her entire life and she expected the Armada man to do the same. "Resin"
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