You Flourish Before Demise

Illusion's silver eyes glinted with manufactured curiosity as her brother initiated the encounter with the lone wolf they stumbled upon in the expanse of the Basin. She observed the woman, taking note of the blue markings that adorned her fur. Her own golden markings shimmered in the afternoon sunlight, outlining her soft girly features – making the perfect canvas for a doe-eyed innocence to be presented to all who beheld her. But beneath that, lay a calculating mind, analyzing the stranger's every move with a detached sense of curiosity.

As Cadaver exchanged pleasantries with the newcomer, Illusion remained silent, her gaze never wavering from the wolf before them. She studied the subtle nuances of her body language, dissecting her under the guise of awe at her beauty. No one was more beautiful than Illusion herself, after all. She offered a small smile, her small frame tucked behind her boisterous brother’s larger one. He was still here after all, he was all she needed. Would this woman try to take him away? The thought made anger boil in her belly, and she fought to keep the gentle expression on her face.

When Cadaver mentioned her mother's resemblance to the stranger, Illusion's lips curled into a faint smirk. The idea amused her, the notion of their mother wandering these lands – out of her reach. Like this strange woman could possibly deliver her to them, no. Mother needed to come home, not be out dallying around where Illusion could not see her. And Cadaver didn’t need to be asking this creature anything, he just needed to look at Illusion – mother too.


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