that thieving bastard

Well, she had just left a child of Sirius, and found herself in the company of another. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised at seeing sharp lines of parallel between them. She didn’t know the Warlord's protective trait, but she had seen it in those he had raised. She sighed and released her grip on Vanta. She finally. finally gave in to the urge to touch the scar, and raised a paw to it. Brushing against the raised skin lightly. “A gift from my mother, actually. Her last gift to me, her first being my life in slavery.” her smile was wry.

As Vanta painted a picture-perfect image of sex and love, Lia laughed. A genuine, surprise laugh, that bubbled out of her unbidden. She immediately slammed a paw over her muzzle in shock. She hadn’t meant… that had been terribly offensive. “I’m sorry, I’ve just… never heard love put so… romantically.” She said, tailoring her words before she gave any further offence. “Are you ashamed to be in my company?” She asked, her voice curious. “For the longest time, sex was the only weapon available to me. I’ve used it like a fine-tuned weapon. For food, bedding, warmth.”

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