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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Her ribs hurt.


    Pain flared out, dancing across the nerves hugging tight her bones. Each step sent out new waves, a ripple that did well to elicit a flinch from Minaiben's otherwise blank face. There was some blood on her pelt, some amount of injury that was hers and hers alone - cuts scattered on her legs and a bite mark in her shoulder to be specific. Whatever had created the marks had been canine in nature, and not too small for that matter.


    The halla didn't seem to mind. Cold water ran over fur and bone, chill prickling her skin as she entered the river. Recreation was not the goal this time - instead, the need to bathe off the blood of her opponent and the blood she had split was prominent. She wasn't too hurt, for that matter. She had won not too long into the battle, having grown bored of dragging it out. Perhaps more alarming was the way to the fresh cuts were blending in with those of days past. The earliest seemed to be from the beginning of the week, but the story told was all the same. Minaiben had been off the territory frequently, seeking fights and finding them much to her delight. There was a sense of offness in the halla - perhaps not one that anyone noticed though. Samriel was the closest to understand her and even he had missed things, was unaware of many factors. Was she really changed that much? Perhaps the smile the had found permanence upon her features was less permanent now, but surely that was inconsequential.


    "Fenedhis"
    She murmured, the Dalish curse very similar to the Tevene. What did that mean though? How were they connected, if at all? Not that I can make connections, I should've know that - No. She didn't want to think about it.
    But you didn't notice.
    Shut up.
    And maybe you didn't care - you didn't succeed at fighting now did you?
    How many battles have I lost now?
    You're losing the most important one.
    Shut up.
    Childish Minai, childish. Don't you see what you're doing? Denial?
    Shut up.
    Maybe you should just go - run away like you've been wanting to. Leave Samriel to live a better life without you his bothersome, stupid, life-sucking burden of a -


    [color=#4dd5cc]"Shut up!"

    		 The antlers of the young halla dipped down, splashing through the water and spraying it about, plastering pieces of her sweaty pelt to her bones. She was frantic and mad and all sorts of exhausted but she didn't care.
    Instead, she just buried her head in the water to cool herself off.




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    Soda timidly made his way to the edge of the water, after he'd heard the deer yell. He'd recalled her being nice after he'd gotten bullied, so he decided to make his way over to her. He jumped from rock to rock, trying to keep his balance. "Hey there," He quickly stammered, claws leaving little scratch marks as he partially slipped. After he'd regained his footing he sat up, looking a little awkward. "I've seen you before, r-right? My name is Kazuichi Soda... B-but just call me Soda."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia][color=#4DD5CC]minaiben lavellen + single lady [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben stilled herself as she usually did when there were kids around. She didn't trust herself not to move and accidentally smack a little guy, so the halla let her limbs freeze as Soda made the treacherous journey from rock to rock in order to stand next to her. If he did fall, her antlers would make a fine scoop for retrieving him from the water - one of the perks of being a furry ungulate with antlers capable of carrying most domestic felines.




    The almost nervous tone of the kid brought her attention onto him fully, already trying to bury her intrusive thoughts as though they had never happened. Something gross boiled beneath her skin, always there and never giving in to reprieve; but that wasn't for now. For now, there was a little kid, one who she'd seen get picked on, and the smile on Minaiben's face wasn't too terribly strained (she hoped).
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Yeah, you're a pretty smart kid from what I've heard. I'm Minaiben Lavellan, can't say I contribute to much around here, but call me what you want."




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