All my life, I’ve been a runt, a virgin with no wings to fly. I’ve always wondered what it’s like, giving myself to someone.” - Enoma Pearl
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Destiny was a trained mercenary. She was good with knives, and as the Beta’s daughter, she certainly knew more about power.
On the other hand, I cleaned and hunted throughout my life. This is why I swallowed my words. Climbing out of the pit, and peeking the surface, I walked to sit down with her.
“Did you bathe with mud?” she asked, hovering her eyes around me. I looked around, trying to figure out this forest so I didn’t enter another trap again.
“I did it to mask my scent... where do we go from here now?” I asked.
“No idea,” she replied, looking at the sky. Her short hair, sprawled in the wet grounds. Her backpack, was unbuckled so she lay
