trash candy // joiner

[Felibri]

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What in Tartarum? What was a Lady? She wasn't a lady. If Virgil didn't live for the goal of companionship, she would have locked herself away and never come out of her house. It would be better than suffering a new headache for every strange thing she came across. This was also the reason why she slept under people's porches at night. Loneliness was unbearable for the thin-legged dog. "That's not a name." Virgil deadpanned. Having a name was not a string of letters and numbers, that much was for sure. She knew Tanglers likely came from a variety of backgrounds, but they must have assimilated so well that she couldn't really pick out any distinctive features from the few people she met already. She felt a sort of connection. Though she had never thought something was wrong with her clan, the taste of freedom she was given by being a member of Tanglewood was addictive and urged her to rethink her old traditions. She still held on to them, but her grip was starting to get shaky.

"Hmm." Virgil never named anyone in her life. That was Caesar's job. She closed her eyes, waiting for that right feeling, waiting for the universe to speak its wisdom to her. It didn't happen. She panicked slightly and opened one eye discretely to look at the leopard again. She really liked her coat. It was very pretty. Though she had thrown feelings of pity out the window, it did sort of hurt her to see someone acting like they were using her. She was just a child. Her clan had never taken slaves, though. They relied on nobody but themselves. Slaves were a waste. Only pack mates bound by a sisterly and comrade-ly love were worth defending and working with. "Amaris. In my language it means 'you are loved'."