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[The Royal Mirage]

Impala looked back to the brute, before trailing behind her alpha. "Uhm, West? Shouldn't we be helping him?" she asked softly, tail tucking under her as she hoped her question was valid. She'd wanted to be a healer one day, she hated just leaving him in pain there.

[silverfox.]

||Weston||

He growled at the comment and snapped around. "That brute! Has caused problesm since I found him and Rylo! He's lucky he's not dead yet! That stupid low lifed wolf shouldn't even be in this pack! If anything I should have let her rip him to pieces!" His voice was sharp and yet pained. At least now his pack had seen his bad side. He still was snarling with his ears pinned. He said these words loud enough for wolves a mile away to hear. He wasn't in the best mood.

||Alec||

He cringed even more at Westons words. He hated having Weston mad at him but it had happened more than once. He was shocked he wasn't an omega already. He let whoever do whatever they wanted to him. He didn't care anymore.

[inadequate]

Sehari started to tremble and she looked at Alec. He had seen the side of her she normally kept well-hidden. A calm yet deadly state would overcome her in certain situations and most of them time, her opponent became a lifeless corpse laying in a pool of their own blood.

[The Royal Mirage]

Impala cringed, sinking low to the ground in fear as her tail tucked further between her legs. "I-I was only asking..." she whispered, fear lacing her tone and showing in her wide, forest-hued eyes.

[RYCBAR123]

FAYE RUN "While continues you to help you I'm going to talk and you're going to listen." I urged for Nikkita to continue. "I bet you are in a world of pain, but guess how you could have avoided all of it? Manners. If you were charming and sweet just imagine all the faes lined up outside your den. Try a different approach and you won't be knocking on Death's door." I continued to speak to him hoping it got through. If he wants to be a ladies-man I respect that, but just because he is easy doesn't mean he can get all the faes and still be a jerk.

"Run quick and light as the fairies who remain hidden."

[Vumit]

.||. Torrae .||.

Torrae watched him leave, giving him a soft 'Mkay.' as he went out to greet his friends. She wanted to meet them, even if she was wary of them, but decided to leave him to it. She didn't want to suffocate him! Their adventure could wait, they were both still young, after all. Besides, now she had time to pick apart what last night had meant, or at least attempt to figure it out. It certainly hadn't been her immediate looks, she wasn't all that pretty. Average pelt color, a mix of tan, brown, black, and cream. She was also a bit on the scrawny side, short and lean. Her eyes weren't anything special either, brown. They didn't compliment her gorgeous blue eyes at all. There were so many faes with lovely green eyes or a bright gold and amber gaze. He could have just about any fae he wanted, beautiful and talented. However, she didn't want to believe he'd ever be that shallow. He was far too nice.
She tolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Hmph. The only way she could really find out is to ask, and she didn't want to pry. "Next question, self. How do you actually feel?" She murmured, almost silently. She wasn't sure, exactly. Yes, she liked him quite a bit, but she had to figure herself out first. She was still recovering from her past, and she wasn't even sure she'd be able to fall in love again, no matter how much she liked a person, and how long she knew them. She'd been hurt badly, and she needed someone who understood she was still healing.
She was deep in thought when Weston started yelling. She jumped up and peeked outside the den at him, her brow furrowing in worry. She didn't like seeing him like this, stressed and angry. She had to help, whether he wanted it or not. She approached him slowly, but unafraid, her gaze steady on his. She made her way to beside him, nuzzling him softly in an attempt to calm him down. "West... It's okay..." She whispered in the most soothing voice she could muster.

[The Royal Mirage]

Impala's eyes came to rest on the pretty fae from before, attempting to calm West. She looked back down at her paws, feeling... well, she didn't know what she was feeling. Ashamed, maybe? She couldn't figure it out. She looked away from the fae's warm brown orbs, back at her paws before she darted. She was too scared, and her scrawny legs pumped fast under her as she sprinted off.

[silverfox.]

||Weston||

He wasn't going to hurt anyone if thats what the fae thought. Out of the blue he felt a soft pelt nuzzling against his. He soon found it was Torrae. He gently nuzzled her back. She was the last fae he wanted to see him like this but he couldn't hide it. He gently nuzzled her back. Having her by him did help his anger bug he was still stressed over the whole thing.

||Alec||

The fae had attacked him before he had done much anyway. He felt like he was being pinned for something he didn't even mean to cause but he didn't help the situation. He wanted to laugh at this fae for saying how he wanted all the faes. He didn't like other wolves simply enjoyed messing with them and their feelings but he couldn't speak at the time so it was pointless to do something about it.

[The Royal Mirage]

Impa quickly escaped camp, her chest burning from the effort she'd made, before realizing she was close to the clearing with the hurt wolf again. She swallowed, creeping closer towards the clearing of faes and injured brute. She wasn't sure if she was safe there, but she wanted to know that anyone who was hurt got help. "Uhm, d-does he need a healer?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper as she entered the clearing shyly.

[inadequate]

Sehari sat off to the side, calm, her expression apathetic. Her aud flicked and her gaze followed a fox that scampered by.