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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 11:26 pm
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The young Death mare was overwhelmed by everything at this point. She just got use to living in the Sanctuary, accepting the fact that she was to just do as told. But now, she was more confused then ever by everything that just recently happen. More so by what she saw in her long time friend and adopted brother Yves.
He wasn't the same, but then she really didn't understand what all had happen. She spent most of her time in the human world, studying and training. So to come back to all of this, was just too much to handle at the moment. So instead she was trying to just take one thing at a time. In truth, she didn't know where she stood as far as the clan, or with Yves on that matter. He seemed shocked and please to see her, but that was normal in her eyes.
Shaking her head, she push her hood down as she grab a leather strap to place her hair up into a ponytail. She paused as she heard a small knock, then Yves call out before she arched a brow "Enter..." she said nothing more as she went about gathering what little items she had at this point.
Maybe she would be able to adapted faster in the Tower.
She just had to keep telling herself that...
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 8:11 pm
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Kasja turns her eyes towards Yves, chewing on her lip for a brief moment. She was still very unsure of the stallion, given everything that has happen to them. The only reason she was following him, and agreeing to join the rest of the clan was simply because she wasn't sure where else to go. Turning her eyes away from him, she looks over her items before nodding slowly "Yes, thank you. That would be great honestly."
The Tower, it was still hard to grasp that she would be moving when she only gotten use to this place. Her eyes returning to the stallion as she gives him a small smile "Have you already moved into War Quarters?" she didn't have any doubt, as from the big gathering, he seem rather happy to follow Medea.
Placing the last of her things into her bags, she looks over the little hut.
This wasn't her home, she had to keep telling herself that.
So why did she feel like she was losing a piece of herself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 5:53 am
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