The Night we Met // Kold

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YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW - I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN!

She wasn't expecting the compliments. The kind words that, coming from anyone else, wouldn't mean much. Coming from Olalla, the man who had everything she wanted, they meant a whole lot. Her breath came in hollow huffs, though she did whisper a 'thank you'. She shifted again, this time she had unintentionally leaned toward Olalla. That stupid subconscious need for comfort.

"I never bring them up. No one knows aside from myself, Icarus, and you, now." She rumbled, voice hardly above a whisper. She fell silent and listened to him, ear flicking at the mention of the disease called White Rage. She tried her hardest, absolute hardest to not look at him, but she did. What a damn coincidence that he'd look at her as well to ask the question. "I killed him.. out of rage. My first Blooding."

Anger seeped into her for a moment, and she got it out with a few words. "He dropped me here when I was a pup. No words, no assurance, nothing." and her gaze softened, and she looked away.

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

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