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Write in your Prompt:: The young filly stared at the creature before her. She had never seen another being that resembled her in any way, the only beings she's known her whole life had been her adopted wolf family. She silently studied the two-headed creature before her, though her young body was tensed and prepared to bolt at any second. When words were spoken to her, Rieka was not sure what exactly was spoken, though she could clearly understand the contrasting feelings. The sense of peace that overwhelmed her when she would run besides her wolf family, or laying under the starry night with the furry bodies of her family. As well, she knew the sense of unease and uncertainty that overwhelmed her at such a young age, having to watch helplessly as her wolf family was slaughtered before her eyes. Pinning her ears and baring her small canines in a wolfish manner she knew which feeling she would side with. The rage and need for revenge that weighed upon her young soul for the loss of her family. The need for revenge that the wolf pelt upon her shoulders was a constant reminder of. For there was no sense of justice in her short life, only pain of lose. She looked up and locked her gaze on that of the darker head, a need for revenge burning in her gaze.
Write in your Prompt:: The young filly stared at the creature before her. She had never seen another being that resembled her in any way, the only beings she's known her whole life had been her adopted wolf family. She silently studied the two-headed creature before her, though her young body was tensed and prepared to bolt at any second. When words were spoken to her, Rieka was not sure what exactly was spoken, though she could clearly understand the contrasting feelings. The sense of peace that overwhelmed her when she would run besides her wolf family, or laying under the starry night with the furry bodies of her family. As well, she knew the sense of unease and uncertainty that overwhelmed her at such a young age, having to watch helplessly as her wolf family was slaughtered before her eyes. Pinning her ears and baring her small canines in a wolfish manner she knew which feeling she would side with. The rage and need for revenge that weighed upon her young soul for the loss of her family. The need for revenge that the wolf pelt upon her shoulders was a constant reminder of. For there was no sense of justice in her short life, only pain of lose. She looked up and locked her gaze on that of the darker head, a need for revenge burning in her gaze.
