It's Cold And It's Broken

It had felt like so long since Alastor had killed Kefka, but also like yesterday. When she sat too long and thought about it she just felt like this tension she kept lingering on would never go away and she would just live on edge inside the pack forever. Manea had wanted to discuss her interests along with... other things. But she didn't really have interests. Should she have even been here? It made her feel kind of like she didn't belong or didn't deserve to be around others. She had lived alone for so long... maybe she was just meant to live and die that way.

So she moved out into the farther lands to track Alastor's scent because... if she left or Manea ending up kicking her she felt like Alastor should know that what he did for her, aside from what he did to her was actually worth something. When she caught up to him, or found him, whichever, she quietly approached him in a hesitant voice, "Alastor?" She bit her lip because looking at him was making her more uncomfortable. "Can we uh... spar?" Her scars were healed now, but still easily shown from the right angles. She needed to break the ice because she felt like she was walking on a whole different plane than he was. They were even in the same dimension.

"Relm"
F2U base by AshKatu