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There really was nowhere that her troubles didn't follow her it seemed. Even here, at the bottom of a steep hole full of plant life where it looked like the rest of the world was so far away, her thoughts wouldn't leave her alone. No matter how hard she tried Conan wouldn't get out of her mind. To top it off she had wandered home after chance meeting with Loki only to find out that her brother was gone yet again. Everyone she loved seemed to be slipping out of her life and she couldn't handle it any more. The russet fea paced across the cavern, the lush vegetation that lined the floor rubbing against her legs. The noon-day sun filtered down onto her, warming her back and lighting up her russet fur. Phoebe sighed, her ears flicking back. She needed a distraction, she needed a release. She stopped in the middle of the cavern, her ears suddenly standing upright as she peered into the shadows of the tunnels that led away from the cavern she was currently standing in. She was almost positive she heard a noise and knew full well that there was still traces of her heat-scent clinging to her so with any luck it was a male that had found her. She smirked, calling out, "Hello? Come on out," her voice smooth and tempting.



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