09-07-2020, 10:37 AM
Kold
As she watched him, nodding slowly as he spoke, her mind began to run haywire again. Panic was setting in, evident as her paws began to fidget. But she forced herself to calm down. Yes, she could die right then, but she didn't want to show her panic.
"I could have died the moment I walked into this place. I could die right after meeting you. It seemed easier to walk into death than to walk away." How these sentences reached her, she had no clue. But the words flowed from her mouth. Fate had its cards for her dealt out, way before she was even a thought in either of her parents. She heard about it from her father, he told her and her siblings that there was very few things set in stone. One of the constants all life had was it's end.
She forced herself to calm down, thinking back to her mother, who had once snarled at her, then fell to the ground and spasmed before her father could pick her up. Kold had seen the wild flare in her eyes, staring at Kold as she kicked endlessly. Pushing the memory aside, she watched Jormungand patiently.
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KOLD DARCIA DI ANGELO
[glow=#000,2,300]KOLD — FEMALE — WOLF/ROTTWEILER — THE PITT — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]