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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
A nightmare. The last memory of her brother... Felt more like a nightmare than a concrete memory. Voices calling over ash and smoke and dust. The building crumbling to pieces. The sound of her father, scrambling inside, pulling her out by the scruff. Just before it all fell apart. Her home lost.
As the petite deer-fox trotted over, catching the last words, her hazel hues flashed. Something broken turning into cold fury. Directed straight at Dante. "Wha-what do you know?"
"... Let- let him grieve, for heaven's sake. No one gives a shit that you don't care, he clearly does." Losing a brother... A best friend... No one deserved that. No one should simply get over it either. Her ears rested flat against her skull. "Jus- just because 'shit happens' doesn't mean it doesn't hurt." Jerikol had every right to feel something for a brother.
Worse. It sounded like it was a murder. Not just... Happenstance. The druid breathed out softly. "We- we should keep an eye out for who did it. They clearly don't have issue getting close to our territory. Maybe you can at least care about that," she spat. Finished.
She had little else to give. Bitter. Wrathful. "'m sorry, Jerikol," she murmured, swallowing back her frustration. He deserved her attention more than Dante did. "I... I still remember- I miss my brother."
[/td][/tr][/table]As the petite deer-fox trotted over, catching the last words, her hazel hues flashed. Something broken turning into cold fury. Directed straight at Dante. "Wha-what do you know?"
"... Let- let him grieve, for heaven's sake. No one gives a shit that you don't care, he clearly does." Losing a brother... A best friend... No one deserved that. No one should simply get over it either. Her ears rested flat against her skull. "Jus- just because 'shit happens' doesn't mean it doesn't hurt." Jerikol had every right to feel something for a brother.
Worse. It sounded like it was a murder. Not just... Happenstance. The druid breathed out softly. "We- we should keep an eye out for who did it. They clearly don't have issue getting close to our territory. Maybe you can at least care about that," she spat. Finished.
She had little else to give. Bitter. Wrathful. "'m sorry, Jerikol," she murmured, swallowing back her frustration. He deserved her attention more than Dante did. "I... I still remember- I miss my brother."
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