These voices won't let you leave

Didn’t matter? What kind of mindset was that? Destruction would listen, but she didn’t care for the so called sin that Arian claimed to have fallen into. Lust, the desire so desperately to be loved. She gave up her throne to have it tossed away, like a careless doll to the side. Des would breathe in sharply, but she would let Arian continue on with her tail. A male named Vereux was mentioned, held a prisoner it seemed along with the poor girl before her. The female shook with a silent rage, wanting so badly to tear into those who were cruel enough to try and keep her adopted daughters freedom. Arian was broken, so much more than before, and that was clear as she listened, as she watched.

But that brought no peace to Destructions mind. Arian had done nothing to deserve such cruelty. The female would gently move in again, nuzzling Arian’s cheek. She fought to keep her emotions in check, her mind clawing at her, screaming to help the younger fae at her paws. “Stop talking that way, right now. You’ve been through bad situations, your body and mind are damaged yes, but there is a use for every wolf. You are not useless... You will not drag your pack down. You just need to find your place.” Des would think. Pip... That was the one who she had seen Arian with before.

“Arian... Where is Epiphron’s pack located?” The dark female was at a loss. If she kept Arian here the girl could very well refuse to move on. She might give up completely. At least with a pack there would be more eyes to watch here. More to make sure she got what she needed. If something happened out here, well, she hoped Deviant would aid her in protecting the girl but she couldn’t be too sure that would be the case. A sigh left Destruction, fighting hard to try and hopefully make the right decision. She just prayed that she wasn’t wrong.