the rusted steel

Kite’s expression tightened into something close to smugness as the other wolf approached, and offered a bow. Someone had taught them to respect royalty. It didn’t matter to her if she was riding her fathers coattails with any respect she garnered from other wolves. At least, she tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. She carried the Fatalis blood, and she was raised from birth to understand that meant something (Namely in the fact that she was lacking). “Apologies accepted” She said, casting a worried glance at the sky. Her crystal-filmed eyes were already catching the rays of morning light as it crested over the mountain. Not good.

She looked at Lefty as they straightened, and then sighed as she reached up a paw to pull her blindfold down, covering her eyes. Plunging her back into darkness again. “My Father” Kite corrected Lefty, but perked up a little as the wolf identified herself as a slave. Interesting… “What jobs are you assigned to?” she demanded.


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