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[June Bug]

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #108
Image of pet ???
Name You'd Choose for It: Princess and demon
Gender: boy & girl
Reason You Want It: they are just lovely
History/Background/Other: Mats for life princess and demon, are a funny couple always getting ino fights but in the end they are a best mate 8D
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. YES!

The image you need to put is the one in the kennel you're applying for. :]
Also, you'll need to put a lot more information under History/Background/Other. Take a look at the other forms to get an idea of what we're looking for.

[keydemon]

Thanks, Tammanae. :3

I'll repost just in case. ^^;

My form is here for kennel 69. :3 I'm going for him this code drop.

[BlissfulFarrago]

Pet's ID Tag: 120
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Name You'd Choose for It: Zuneiya
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I clicked with her as soon as I saw her. She just has this sort of otherworldly beauty, and a stately feel about her. I didn't think I would go for her, though, but I kept seeing forms for her, and every time I saw her I was enchanted again.
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Editing. ^w^

[June Bug]

Yesyes, Kam is weak. >____>; -pets leetle deer-<3

Pet's ID Tag: #124
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Name You'd Choose for It: Keelow
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I have a major thing for deer. xD I have been regretting not putting in a form for him from the first time he was donated and seeing him back made me incredibly happy. <3 He matches my Oscar so well and would fit perfectly into the little story I have going with Oscar and another of my characters.
History/Background/Other:
A small gray head peeked around an old oak. Large golden eyes watched as a small beige deer, one he recognized as his friend Oscar from their herd, followed a very odd looking creature through the undergrowth. Thoughts flashed across his nervous mind. 'Did he get left behind too? Where did that thing come from? What if it's dangerous? What if it EATS HIM?' Becoming increasingly nervous, he began to tremble and let out a small whine.
Seeing that the two where beginning to wander away from him, leaving him even more alone. A twig snapped somewhere behind him. Panicking, he bolted after them, forgetting how afraid of the stranger he'd been. He remembered, but it was too late to stop himself and he tumble right over Oscar with a frightened squeal.
Untangling himself from the other squirming mass of gangly fawn legs, he began to hyperventilate. It was all too much for his neurotic young mind. Eyes wide and ears pressed against his neck he stared fearfully at a very confused Evin.
"KEE!" Shouted Oscar, bouncing in front of him. "Where did you come from!? Is the herd here or did you get left behind too!? Have you been following us this whole time!? What abou-"
"Oscar." Evin said firmly, imploring the little deer to quiet himself for a moment. Keelow flinched, but Oscar only pouted at the creature.
After a moment of silence, Keelow sensed they where waiting for him to say something, so with a shaking voice, he spoke quietly.
"Y-you look l-like grampa . . ." He stammered, trailing off when he realized that it probably wasn't what they where expecting. He mentally scolded himself for sounding so rude. To his surprise, the other two started to laugh.
"He does, doesn't he!?" Exclaimed Oscar, obviously highly amused. "I think it's the gray in his muzzle and antlers, makes him look grizzly~" He emphasized the last bit with a playful menacing growl. Evin simply smiled to show he had no hard feelings over the fawn's observation. Keelow relaxed a bit and a sheepish grin stretched across his face. If Oscar wasn't afraid, he shouldn't be either, after all, the larger creature could have easily eaten him by now if it had wanted to.
"Can he come with us Evin?" Asked Oscar, more quietly than his usual tone.
Evin showed little hesitation and nodded. "Hopefully now you won't have to practice your play fighting with this still old man anymore now." He joked. "Now come on, we've got some ground to make up for." He urged them to continue, knowing there'd be no way they'd catch up to the fawn's herd if they didn't keep moving.
Oscar laughed happily and playfully headbutted Keelow, making the other fawn stumble slightly. "Don't worry Kee, we'll make each other big and strong so we can impress our mothers when we get back!"
Keelow's face fell when Oscar mentioned his mother. He already missed her terribly and it looked like it was going to be a long time before he saw her again. Trying to seem more enthusiastic than he felt, he followed the two along the thin, winding deer path, in the tracks of his family.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Absolutely~<3

Sort of a wip. xD I'm hoping to get a doodle or two done and maybe add a little more, time permitting.

[Casolas]

okay, I'll will do this right away! Luv them 8D

[Papyrsatyr]

Joltik
It's been so long since I've gone for a design here. ^^; Let's hope I'm not too rusty eh?

Pet's ID Tag: 49
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Name You'd Choose for It: Pryce
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: Be honest Ever since I saw him here I always had an eye for him. He's so pretty looking really. He'd fit in pretty well with my cast of characters. Plus he's simple to do. It's nice to have characters that are kind of easy to draw but pleasing to the eyes.
History/Background/Other: He's the adopted child of my two characters Anita and Olivia ( one of them I actually adopted here). He's always had an admiration to the army kind of thing. He has a collection of army camouflage in his outfits and several dog tags to boot. He also works on a few models of various air craft and army tanks. Olivia isn't exactly fond of his obsession though, and worries he might be drafted off to war. Anita on the other hand doesn't mind it as much and is happy for Pryce that he's happy. But is stern about his possible involvement in the military. Pryce doesn't actually want to join the military though, he dislikes guns, considers them too loud for his liking.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Yep yep. And if I can't I'd return him to his owner
Roslind.

-wip-

[June Bug]

Oop, I just thought of something. >__>; I can't remember if Tripp said he'd be around this weekend or not and all three of the other staff members have forms in.
If Tripp isn't available, how are we going to do the drop? I could probably do it tonight after I get back from my aunt's garden party, but I would feel wrong judging for my own form. Any way one you other guys could do a little mini-drop for #124 after I do a main drop for the others?

[Tammanae]

I can help out if nobody else is available. Code drop is tonight then? I should get cracking if I decide to go for that little charrie. <<;

[June Bug]

Well, since it wasn't last night, I figure we should go ahead and do it soon so we don't get all backed up. x3 Plus I would feel bad dumping all the work on Tripp once he finally has time. >>;

[BPeppers]

Pet's ID Tag: 69
Name You'd Choose for It: Castries
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: She's gorgeous. Honestly, she's one of the most lovely characters I've ever seen. She seems to brighten out to me, and she looks like she'd be much fun to have. It's such a pleasure to be able to have the chance to adopt her. Thank you muchly. <3

Joy

Castries Point of View

Personality:

~Bad Side ;) ~

I have to admit, I'm very crafty. I like to mess with people if they mess with me first. I believe in Justice. There's nothing I do better than slinking around. The only reason that I do it is because I need people to know that I always get the last word. I love revenge, secretly. I hate being caught off guard, and I hate pain. Usually, people don't like to mess with me unless they don't know what's good for them. And if they don't I help them realize. It makes me want to laugh when snotty little rich princesses think they're better than everyone else. It's not true at all. Everyone besides them like me because I know how to deal with those kind of people. Honestly, they don't deserve their Daddy's money. And I always win.

I like excitement. That's part of the reason why I mess with people. If something sounds dangerous, count me in. My heart doesn't know why it acts this way, but I like to think about things like parachuting off cliffs and walking on a log over a river filled with crocks makes the adrenaline start to rush through my body. It makes a spark, and my heart goes "boom." Calm, non-dramatic scenes that seem like they're from movies in my life make me want to fall asleep. I need something to get my blood pumping. That's why going crazy seems so much fun.

If I like someone a lot, there's nothing I wouldn't do to protect them. I would never lie to them, or turn my back on them. I would be loyal to them until the day I died. Unless they turn on me first, I would never, ever do anything to hurt them. But by them they would know me. If I let someone in, I let them in officially. Probably, at times I would randomly ramble off on my life story, and it wouldn't matter if they cared or not-at least they would know me-the real me.

I have to admit, I can be quite rude- but at least I DO admit it. I know people who are the worst ever, but they don't even realize it themselves, or want to seem perfect. I admit that I like to snap back at my elders just for fun, I hate people who sabotage, I am very sarcastic, I'm blunt, and I like being rude. Honestly, I don't care what other people think. At least I'm brave enough to be me.

I also have a strong sense of pride. I like my image-which is myself, obviously, if I hadn't stated it clear enough earlier. The proudness comes from my mother. :) But she's not my role-model. I don't believe in them. I think that no one can know me better than myself, and that's what counts.

~Better Side :D ~

People call me generous. Those people are the best ever, and I love them. It's true, I do like to do things for my friends, and maybe even sometimes for people who aren't my friends. But they claim they're talking about being giving through my mind. Although I can't say I understand what that means, they're very kind. I suspect that maybe it means that I give my feelings and I'm helpful with others, but I can't know for sure.

I am also called weak. Deep in my heart, I feel it might be true. I regret acknowledging the truth in that. To be quite frank, it sucks. But my heart can be weak if someone turns on me that I really, really, truly love. If they were just my distant friend, then I would have no problem with my mind sitting ice-cold and feeling betrayed. No, if it were a kind of distant friend my mind would have no trouble flaring up and sabotaging them. But if I really, really loved the person who betrayed me, I would shut down. Because I know this and can do nothing about it, it makes me weak. It's painful.

Even though my personality may make me seem like a pessimist, I'm actually quite optimistic. I like to pretend that life is always going to turn out the way that it should, and that in the end everyone will be happy, no matter who they are. Even though I know the reality in that is the fact that it's never going to play out like that, it's still fun wishing. I like to make sure my friends see the bright side in life as well. When I'm not hurting or scheming, I really brighten up people's lives. The truth? It's fun to make people happy.

I like the fact that people find me funny. I like to crack jokes and make lively humor. It's always rewarding when people laugh, and I can't help but laugh myself. If someone insults me, I take it lightly. I laugh along with me, and I find it funny when it just makes them that much more upset. The more they make fun of me, the more I crack up. It's fun watching their reaction. But when I'm with my buddies, it seems all we do is have fun laughing and picking on each other. It's like the text word 'rofl' becomes true. That's why I love hanging out with people. They love me, I love them, and we have a good time.


History/Background/Other:

Likes:

I like poetry because it's a fun way to express myself and feelings.

I like airplanes because it's fun to think about what the people are doing in them, and who they miss. It's fun to imagine that. <3

I like coffee because of the rush of energy that I can slip every once in a while. Plus, it tastes good.

I like to sit in the sun. It warms my coat, and doesn't leave me freezing like the moon. I like the feeling of the summer sun. :D

I like music because it's a form of poetry, and it's interesting to hear other people's intake on life, and their experiences.

Dislikes:

I hate fires because I once burned myself on one, and they look evil-Not me evil, the true evil. It makes shivers up my back.

I really don't like nighttime because it's cold and lonely... It makes me feel sad.

I really hate running. It hurts, and it's tiring. Especially on a circle-formed track...

SPIDERS. The way they crawl. They're a major phobia of mine.

I hate war. Even though I pick on some people, I would never kill, never bomb. It's not right. Between packs it's worse.

My Favorites:

Food- Cherries
Number- Eight
Band- Evanescence
Song- Written in the Stars-Tinie Tempah
Sport- Hockey
Color- Silver/Gold
Book- Beastly by Alex Flinn
Subject- Language

History/Background Part:
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"You sure you want to go through with this?"
I nodded.
Maddie sighed. "Okay."
"Make it quick," I snapped.
"Okay, okay, touchy today, are we?" Maddie rolled her eyes.
"Would you be sane if you were about to do the same thing?"
Maddie paused, then shook her head.
"See? You're like me."
Maddie laughed. "I'm not like you."
"Wait, you're right. I'm better." I clapped my paws together. "Quick, quick."
"That's not exactly easy, you know."
"Maddie!"
"Fine, jeez. I'm doing it, I'm doing it."

This was the usual day of my life.

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My mother told me a story about when she and my father saw me for the first time.

-Mom's P.O.V.-

"Oh, Matthew, she's beautiful." I looked down at my gorgeous baby girl, who was laying in the grass and her pelt was shining in the sunlight. She looked too extraordinary for words.
"Yes, Ann, she's amazing." Matt stared at our baby girl. "Name?"
"Well, I was thinking Chayanne, Castries, or Exy."
"I like Exy," Matt said plainly.
I shook my head. "Look at her, though."
He turned his head to look back down at her. His eyes widened. "You're right. Castries."
I nodded. "I see justice in her."
"As do I," he agreed. "Now, Ann, I have to talk to you about something..."
"Yeah, Matt?" I perked my ears, curious.
"It's about us." He shuffled his paws. "I don't think it's going to work." I couldn't say anything. He stared at me. "I-I don't know if I can stay faithful to you. To just... One woman at all."
I blinked. "You're right," I said after a long moment. "It won't work. Leave."
He shook his head, and his eyes widened. "Wh-Whaa-?"
I shrugged. "I have no idea why you waited so long to tell me that, but it's obvious we won't work out. Go."
Matt looked down. "I still get to see my baby."
"Of course you do," I agreed. "Just not me. And you can't see her now, because I'm barely keeping my temper under control. LEAVE."
Matthew licked Castries's forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "See you soon." He took a last glance at me, then turned to pad away and out of the sunlight.
I sighed and stared down at my Castries. Looking at her, I had a hard time hating him.

He never did end up seeing either me or Castries again.
They found his body later on.

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That was my mother's point of view. Now, it's all me.

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Waking up that morning was the second worst thing I've ever looked back on. The first was the fact that I knew I was getting up in the first place.

It was June eighth. The sun was hot, but the wind was blowing so that it could cool you off anyway. The trees seemed, or I guess, looked happy, or at least as happy as a tree could ever be. How a tree manages to look happy, I'll never know. But, I guess I knew it was too good to be true. I knew I was alone. I'd known for some while now. A couple months ago, my mother said she had somewhere to go, and that she'd be back soon. When I'd asked how soon, she refused to give me an answer. I had a bad gut feeling, but someone had told me to always trust my mother, so I had. That was the last time I'd ever seen her. At least I know the truth now.

They all make fun of me. They all pick on me. They all torture me, my soul, but they don't know that. My whole pack except Anastasia and Kemi. Even Evan treats me like an outcast. Anastasia and Kemi are my best friends, and they know deep down that all of this hurts me, though I'd never dare tell anyone. It's not good for my image. Strong, independent, willing me. That was who I was expected to be. Everyone had turned their backs on me when they found out my own parents never wanted me, and blamed me for the weakening of the pack. Evan used to be my... My best friend, but turned on me when the rest did. He didn't know he was my best friend, though... I'd never told him. And though it was a shock to see him turn with the rest, I normally would've tried to strike back at him, but somehow, I couldn't. I just couldn't. It was Evan. I'd known him my whole life.

Now I had to endure it again. I slept outside of camp every night, and Anastasia and Kemi both took turns sleeping outside with me. It was so like them. They were the best ever.

Today it had been Anastasia to stay. I adjusted my eyes to the light by blinking a few times, then nudged her with my paws. "Anastasia," I whispered, though not sure why. "Anastasia, wake up."
She yawned, but peeked one eye open anyway-just barely. "It's too early," she complained.
I looked at the sun. It was higher than when we usually woke up. "No," I said, and turned my face back down to her. "If anything, we're late. Pack won't be happy. Come on, let's go." She wouldn't budge. I pulled her ear. "Anastasiaaa," I whined, dragging her name out.
"Fine, fine," she agreed, frowning. "I'm up, I'm up."
I grinned, triumphant. "Good."

Life in the pack was a lot worse than you would think. But I dealt.

The typical start of the day began when either Kemi or Anastasia and I would walk into the camp of our pack. Glares and growls came from every direction. Usually, Anastasia would look down, embarrassed, and Kemi would act like she didn't care-but I know she did. I would just howl and throw insults back.

Today I caught Evan's eye. He looked at me like he was about to growl, but never did until I looked away. Then I didn't even hear him. I'm not sure why, but my heart hardened just a bit. Anastasia was still looking down at the ground next to me. She grimaced every time someone shouted a cruel name.
"Losers!"
"Get out of our pack, omegas!"
"Leave us alone or I'll kill you!"
"Liars!"
"Freaks!"

When I heard the 'freak' idea, I whirled around, bearing my teeth. "Get a life, creep!"
"Yeah, whatever!" was the response that I got. When I turned back to Anastasia, I sighed.
"You don't have to do this, you know," I told her. "You can stop being friends with me. I'll completely understand."
"No. I have to do this." The way she looked up at me gave me hope. "You are my best friend. I'll do anything and everything for you. I think of you every day. No insults or jokes are going to change that." She seemed to walk with more confidence, and I brightened as well.
"I love you," I told her.
"Love you too, Castries," she smiled, and we did our responsibilities with every inspiration that day- until the warning came.

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"They're coming," Alpha Resant proclaimed when we were all gathered together as a pack. Kemi, Anastasia, and I were at the back. There were shouts of fear and cries of grief and agony throughout the crowd. Some old females began to sob. It was hard to hear that kind of pain in my pack. Though they beat and betrayed me, they were still... Family. Somehow. I took a step towards the nearest crying female, but she looked back at me with such disgust I immediately sat back down.
"Not now," Kemi whispered beside me. "Oh God, not now."
Anastasia was in pure shock. I wanted to comfort them, but what could I do? I was useless, immature Castries to everyone we knew. I sighed, and stared at the ground.
"It is so," Resant continued, tears in his eyes. "We must fight."
At that, I looked up. There was no way we were going to have war and endanger everyone around us-pack, family, lovers. No.
"NO!" I shouted at Resant, who looked back at me with all my worst fears on the expression of his face.
He took a step towards me. "What?"
"We cannot have war." I stood firm, even as he crept forward. His thoughts were almost visible. How could I, barely an omega, stand up to the Alpha of the pack? Well. Blame me for trying.
"Why?" he said, trying to keep every emotion out of his voice. The tears in his eyes were gone, though, replaced with glares of hatred.
"Do you want them to kill your family? Friends?" I questioned blandly, acting as if I didn't care. I knew he wouldn't listen if it looked as if I did. Anything I thought strongly about was a lie. 'Oh, mother,' I thought. 'If only you could see me now.'
"We will win this war," he said slowly. "We have every intention of doing that."
"What if you don't?" I shot back. "What if they kill us all? Those wolves aren't exactly weak."
He stared for a second. "Then what do you sudjest, o great omega?" he said humorously.
"We leave."
There was silence throughout the territory. Blank stares, shocked expressions, everything you could imagine, except one small movement.
Kemi's ear twitched. And then-
her mouth moved, forming one word.
"Traitor."
My jaw dropped. "Kemi?"
Kemi ignored me. "Resant," she said. He nodded to her. "She's the one who called. She's why they're coming."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You..."
"Is this true?!" Resant questioned.
"No."
He shook his head. "Get out."
My eyes widened. "What?"
"Get out of our pack. NOW. Should I spell it for you?"
At this point, my heart was burning.
Ha. Heart burn. It's pretty true.
"Nah, nah, big boy," I hissed, backing up. "If you believe that vermin," I flicked my head to Kemi, "then you're more of an idiot than I thought you were at first for blaming me for my parent's leaving us all. You heartless, foul group of wolves. And do you know what the saddest part is?"
When no one said anything, and only their stares gave me any satisfaction of their attention, I told them.
"You don't even realize that this is only making you the bad guy. The dark pack that's coming for you? They're the good ones. They don't betray their own."

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I was on my own. Anastasia wouldn't betray her pack the way Kemi betrayed me. Of course I hadn't done a thing wrong. But at this point, I was so emotionally exhausted that I couldn't even think of one way to get back at her. Not one. That was unusual for me.
I'd miss Anastasia. She'd be the only one.

Surely the Night Wolves were soon to come.

The Night Wolves were a rival, bloodthirsty, savage pack that came to run us-them down every hundred years or so. Each time they'd killed off most of the pack, leaving to females and two males purposefully so they could breed and have the pack grow again (because the Night Wolves knew that our pack would never betray its being *except when it comes to me*). The reason they leave the four is so that they just have the dirty pleasure of tearing us-THEM apart again. No one really knows why the two packs are rivals. There were some folk tales, but they usually are told from elders and elder wolves usually lose it by that age. And the fact that there are so many legends is hard to tell which is true. Anyway.

I'll regret thinking they love me deep down-my pack. Especially Evan. He just went with the crowd. Like Kemi, I'm guessing, because she knew for a fact that I did not call the Night wolves. So did the rest of the pack, I bet. They were just looking for an excuse to get me to go.

I was barely a sacrifice to them.
They weren't my family.
I bet they never were.

And with that thought, I continued my journey into the unknown.
Unknown, unloved, and barely concious.

Alone.

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I stretched, and yawned with the sun in my face. After a week of wandering the forest, I'd finally broke through the woods onto a beach. It was pretty, deserted, and alone. Like me. Hehe, I'm flattering myself with the pretty thing. Well.

I'd stayed the night on the shore. It had been calm. The water was lapping at my heels. It had felt nice. I loved the water. I hated night though, so the water was a small comfort to being swallowed in darkness. Well, at least it was light now.

I yawned again, and sat up, looking around again. This was the first time I'd seen the beach in daylight. I'd collapsed the second I was out of the forest from being so tired. It was still deserted, even in sunlight. The waves sounded wonderful, like an ocean should sound. The sand's grain and warmth grew on me. If you looked ahead, you couldn't see anything for miles. To my left there were the dunes, and green, lush, ocean grass growing from underneath the sand. Even a few cattails were at the water's edge. And the sun beat down just perfectly. I realized that this was a great long-term place for me to stay. Shortly after I realized that, I discovered I couldn't sleep out on the ocean front every night unless I had to. So, I began to climb the dunes in search of cover.

At first I was hoping for a cave or something, but I was shocked when first climbing the dune, about 15 feet away, there was a small broken-down shack, probably a beach-shack that the humans used, sitting kind of hunched over on a dune. 'Perfect!' I thought, then my heart plummeted when I remembered that the shack had probably been there for a while, and that anyone or anything could be there. I'd have to investigate.

Sighing, I ran up to the shack. Slowly, I nudged the door open with my nose.

It was cluttered with human things. Almost everything was a shade of brown, and there were cans and bottles on the floor. There seemed to be ledges to look out the window, which was cool. In the back there was a thick grey blanket, perfect for sleeping on. "Wow," I breathed, leaping forward onto the blanket, and rolling over. "This is the life."
"Is that so?"
I gasped, and turned my head to see a red and grey wolf standing there. "I-I'm sorry," I sputtered. "I didn't mean-"
"Hi!" she interrupted. "It's fine. I know. Abandoned? I was too."
I sat staring at her like an idiot.
She fidgeted, then spoke. "I'm Maddie," she said. "Welcome aboard."

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It'd been about a week with Maddie. She'd made herself into a really close friend of mine, and I loved her so. I'd still had the pack on my mind though, and it made me really look down upon myself and irritated. That's why it was so surprising to see the whole pack come by today.

I was laying by the ocean, smiling and happy when I saw them. Resant caught my eye first. He looked tired, beaten, and hungry. It was obvious that they hadn't been attacked yet, though. Resant only looked at me for a split second, and then continued on. I sighed, and only brightened when I saw Anastasia. I kept my happiness to myself, though. When they didn't stop when they saw me, I knew I'd have to walk with them to keep up with them. I bounded over my way to Anastasia.

"Hi," she said quietly when she saw me. "How are you?"
"Great!" I told her. "And you?"
It was obvious that she wasn't doing too hot. I felt stupid for asking. "Not so great," she said, looking down. "But it's okay. I-I wanted to apologize."
"You have nothing to apologize for." I smiled at her as she smiled at me.
"The pack is moving," she said, spirits brightening a bit. "They took your idea."
"They did?" I giggled. "Well."
"I know, right?"
I grinned, and she sighed and looked ahead. "I... I hope I see you again," she said finally. "But I have to do. Goodbye, Castries."
"Bye Anastasia," I said, smiling, and turned back to confidently start my new life knowing that Anastasia cared.

And so did Maddie.

I really did have a family after all.
<3

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