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before wedding

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Orlaith was getting more settled lately, as the packs were rather busy. There was the mixture of healing, and the knowledge that the 'her' that died was by a tiger. Did she really die? But then why so, she did not remember but everyone else did? The urge to unbury her body was great, but by now it was most likely bones and rot that she would not be able to tell. Not to mention the sheer disrespect, but who wouldn't try knowing that there was someone below, exactly like them?

She knew not if the stories added up, for she could remember the very day she left, and the few month long life of being a loner. When she sat and thought of it, others could comment they swore they saw steam coming from her ears.. Thinking about it too much truly rubbed her brain in places that shouldn't be touched ; she thought long and hard about it and thought just maybe —

who fucking cares anymore.

One way or another, she had to shed this belief she was that woman, and aim higher. Maybe that way others would be less creepy and she'd feel more at ease! Maybe the mountain calling her explained it a bit.. But whatever, who cares anymore ; might as well as find some sap to spar her troubles away.

"Hey there! Uhh.." what was his name? "@Ozai ! Wanna spar?"

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^^No longer a drifter, but still just as clueless as one, Ozai wasn’t really doing anything of importance. Of course, he never did — he wasn’t important, just a nobody with a colorful coat. He was vastly unsure if he wanted to be an important figure, or if he liked the life of a ghost.

He had joined Vanderfall about three months ago, and now he still didn’t know what he wanted to do. Of course, he never knew, did he? He was, very literally, putty in their paws, ready to be shaped and molded to whatever they desired.

A female voice called out to him; not Ira’s, not any he knew immediately. Hm, what’s this? A spar?

He turned to glance over at her, with an arch of his brow and shrug of his shoulders.

“Sure. Why not, right?”

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She grinned, he didn't reject it but had a rather lackluster care about it. But she was perhaps a bit too excited, for Orlaith stepped some distances away to get space between them. She deemed he was relatively average, probably would have speed advantage upon her.. She was about the max sized a wolf can be, just steps away from entering gigantism if possible, and with so, her speed lacked well. She can make it up with stamina and powess, but alas as well.. She was often one to not think, and act already.

With so, she charged like a bull. Her head was down alongside her tail, and she charged at Ozai. The best course of action she always thought was to do a direct headbutt.

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