[мσσ∂ ;; "I'm trying to settle from the stabbing." | Shocked] [Ɯιтн ;; "Kitche and my thoughts." | "Lilith."] [яɛℓαтισиƨнιρ ;; "Maybe." | Likes Silver and Lilith]

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Dream nodded faintly to Camone, standing on her own, shaky. However, when White Fang appeared, relief flooded her broken soul. A friendly face. Well, to most, he was devoid of emotion, but to her it was far more. Glowing by the moonlight, she shook her head timidly. A tiny smile craced its way onto her face, hoping, just for once, maybe, he'd smile back. A fague memory of him surfaced about how he didn't smile often. Her golden eys glazed over in rememberence, ears falling. Camone was still by her side, which was comforting because she felt as if she'd fall any second.
Void's chest panged at her glares, yet he dragged anyway. The brute nodded to Calla, then to Promise, his strength propelling the dead animal across the mud. All his emotions poured into pulling the beast, which made him feel a bit better. His mood was replicated, then deflated again when he remembered his choice he had to make.