05-06-2021, 03:27 AM
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Arrow had missed the death of Ana. She had long since forgotten what he had been doing instead, perhaps hunting or patrolling the area, but when the news quickly spread through the camp that Ana had been murdered by outsiders, it was like a shot to her soul. The first of many it would seem, but nonetheless the beginning of a bad string of luck among many, many other strings. After all, Arrow had taken Ana in, let the child crash at her place when the nights were cruel and when she had no one else to turn to, and the nagging insistence that more could have been done before the girl's demise was both inevitable and hurtful. Among one of the many old graves was where Arrow watched Ares, listened to the words that were spoken but said none in return, looking down at her paws instead. There was a time and a place to speak and this was not one of those times, at least not this second.
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