just keep on healing me
03-05-2014, 05:19 PM
Things had long since calmed down since the time she fell into depression. Things were far different now, she was not special compared to everyone, she had strengths weaknesses just like everyone else. If they couldn't accept that, then that was their problem. She had friends, she had Allen, Chrysanthe, if anyone picked on them she definitely would have something to say about it. She wouldn't let herself be made fun of because of her out burst either. Something like that wouldn't happened again, the healer, the warrior, she had the mind of steel. She was strong, and she would make it seem that way. Protecting, and paying no mind to the cruel words of others. They wouldn't be able to pull her down, it was impossible to do so. Vahva was not some simple pin cushion, she was a perfect woman with a plan ahead of her of course taking care of pups and keeping up with duties was harsh but Ryouta couldn't exactly take care of the five of them on her own while Raven was sick. Plus maybe some of her would rub off of them, and make them a bit less of murderers. Regardless of any of this, she still had a duty to attend to as one of the many healers of the pack. It was a far fetched position from her old digamma one, but she was convinced she could make something of herself. Friction she really hadn't met in person, she had heard stories about him, his daughter. She was certain she probably knew him when she was younger, unless he joined after that time. Vahva wasn't sure of the pains of him, or the other members. She had her own, and she didn't want to create a unbreakable barrier. She'd wear her past like a medal, it was in the past after all. No longer a slave, she would make her mother proud. Her father wherever he was, him too. She'd make them glad that they made that mistake. And she would pull her name back from the grave where even Cairo wouldn't be able to ignore her from his grave. Standing out in the small crowd was easy, she was a thirty six inch tall wolf, black on top white on bottom. On her head was a electric blue mane, it made her stand out like a sore thumb. Her red eyes made eye contact with Friction, she calmly smiled and then dipped her head with a greeting. Imena was here as well, and someone she did not know. He introduced himself as Shilah of nomads. Well it was nice to meet him anyway. Of course she was unsure of what this meeting was about but as a healer it was her duty to be here. Red eyes moving over she sat herself calmly. Pulling her ears forward, her right being torn half way off and would never grow back. Something of a reminder her son had granted her with. Lovley, wasn't it? Speech, |