one step of a million

Even if her statement wasn't a compliment, the girl took it as such, though quietly. Her ego was a hungry
beast, it needed frequent praise to sustain itself. "By design, I'm afraid." She was descended from an old
breed, of thick coat and elegant face. She held her ancestors at a higher esteem than herself, if such a
thing was even possible. Without her coat she would've surely frozen to death with what little meat on
her bones she had.

"I was not meant to hunt or fight." She admitted, not ashamed of the fact. "My destiny lies elsewhere."
Destiny in the sense that she had decided a while ago, and through her many changes had not gone back
on her word.

But the next question was... difficult. She wanted to go back, but could she? Should she even try?
Something in her flesh, her organs begged her to stay, to not worsen the situation. Instinct could
fail you, but she couldn't recall a time where it had failed her before. "I... I don't know." The
words felt alien, thoughts invasive, all muddled into a general state of confusion. She was
supposed to know. Knowing was her job.


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