wild women don't get the blues -- Stranger..?

[Ares]

SCREAMING AT THE ONES WE LOVE
LIKE WE FORGOT WHO WE CAN TRUST!

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The beast took a step back as Merlin approached, Wings flexing as the lioness spoke. Blame. She chittered and looked away, taking in what they continued to say. After a moment, she sighed, and looked back at the two. "I don't know why I came back." The honest truth. Perhaps she was hoping Elsweyr somehow was able to rise from the dead and comfort her. Aurum, Ana, Arrow. Any of them, goddamnit. Just someone from those two years ago.

"I'm mad. I'm upset. I blame myself. I could have stopped myself from ever hurting him in the first place. I could have killed him." Her voice was unnaturally soft, and she huffed. "But hopefully I will get better. It's happened... before." And she'd do better this time. And it was going to take some time. "Let.. Let Aesior know that I'm living with a group called The Band of Arrick. They live a bit north." She wasn't too sure about how the Drotten would react to her openly talking about the group, but she felt comfortable there.

TANGLEWOOD — LION/SHAPESHIFTER — BIO — ATTACK IN #C16666

#psy.