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Beauty. A combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight. There are many beautiful things in the world, but there's also a large amount of ugly things- hate, betrayal, death and much, much more. Lunafreya had left the Ascendants, only to be struck on the head and given amnesia for sometime. She was delicate, like a recently-bloomed rose in the spring that the harsh wind threatened to blow away. Life isn't fair, everyone should know that. She had lost both of her daughters and she knew that neither of them wanted to see her, as they probably felt like she had abandoned them. Sky-blue eyes, alert-and-focused, would soften as she laid her eyes upon the Observatory. During her travels, she had been attacked and lost the sight in one of her eyes, her left, so she could only see in one. As for her species, she was now a white, long-furred wolf. Many scratches and bruises covered her body, so did dirt. Her usually-clean and well-groomed pelt was now filthy and tangled. Her blind eye was a lighter shade then her right-eye, though one could not see that she was blind from faraway.
The female would draw a deep breath, before she made her way to the main camp. She wanted to see everyone- Bastille, Hazel, Suite and Margy. She wasn't aware that two of them were no longer here, but she would search for any signs of them, with eagerness. She considered them to be her family, despite the fact that they probably drifted apart when Luna had gotten up and left the Ascendants. A hint of hesitation in her eyes, she decided to speak.
"I'm home."
Beauty. A combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight. There are many beautiful things in the world, but there's also a large amount of ugly things- hate, betrayal, death and much, much more. Lunafreya had left the Ascendants, only to be struck on the head and given amnesia for sometime. She was delicate, like a recently-bloomed rose in the spring that the harsh wind threatened to blow away. Life isn't fair, everyone should know that. She had lost both of her daughters and she knew that neither of them wanted to see her, as they probably felt like she had abandoned them. Sky-blue eyes, alert-and-focused, would soften as she laid her eyes upon the Observatory. During her travels, she had been attacked and lost the sight in one of her eyes, her left, so she could only see in one. As for her species, she was now a white, long-furred wolf. Many scratches and bruises covered her body, so did dirt. Her usually-clean and well-groomed pelt was now filthy and tangled. Her blind eye was a lighter shade then her right-eye, though one could not see that she was blind from faraway.
The female would draw a deep breath, before she made her way to the main camp. She wanted to see everyone- Bastille, Hazel, Suite and Margy. She wasn't aware that two of them were no longer here, but she would search for any signs of them, with eagerness. She considered them to be her family, despite the fact that they probably drifted apart when Luna had gotten up and left the Ascendants. A hint of hesitation in her eyes, she decided to speak.
"I'm home."