Line 'em up, knock 'em down

Phoebe's russet form swayed gently from side to side, her tail waving lazily in time with her slow saunter across the hills and valleys of rock. She felt alive. That was the only way she knew how to describe this lightning feeling that continued to dance across her skin, this jolt that raced through her with every slightly painful step. The wounds that dotted her body from the meeting she had with the orange brute were beginning to heal, the new skin still tender and not yet scarred. A lazy grin was almost permanent on her muzzle, but her eyes were nearly vacant. She wasn't really sure where she was going. The Olympus had simply let her paws carry her where they pleased while she left a trail of her still ever present heat scent behind her.

She knew this wasn't her. She knew that she had changed, something wasn't the same. The normally family bound fea had been avoiding her pack's lands at all costs, not wanting to face reality. The reactions Natalya and Helios were sure to have for her... Just the thought of it broke her heart. There she was a screw-up, a disappointment, but out here... Out here she was alive.

She suddenly stopped, not liking the way her thoughts were going. She needed company, she needed a distraction. She craved the attention. Lifting her muzzle to the sky she let out a call, bringing anyone that might satisfy that craving to her.



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