Fauve

Dappled mare trotted along lazily, looking for a friendly face. She was lonely, a feeling she had never experienced before. Fauve was not an incredibly sociable creature, but now she found herself seeking companionship. Coming up short, she let out a whinny, looking for one of her friends.

Aaka

Aaka watched the lonely mare and let out a soft chuckle

Now you know what it feels like dont you Fauve?

Her words were soft but she knew the horse would hear her. Aaka knew all about being alone. Alone was what she was and now it appeared Fauve was seeing what it felt like for the first time.

Fauve

Most horses would have startled and cavalled at the voice of a wolf. Fauve, however,only took a quick glance, and, recognizing Aaka, turned to face her and simply answered the question posed. Her tone, though a little sad, was slightly defiant, as was her nature.
Now I know what it feels like? I have been alone all my life. I know the meaning of alone. But at least you are alone of your own choosing. I am alone because no one will have me. Not even the two-legs. She did not know anything of Aaka's past, but she knew that most creatures had someone. And, softer...Even those sons of demons would not have me.

Aaka

Aaka let out a low growl Watch your step Fauve. Your on fragile ground Aakas past was her own. No one knew. She had even lied to Kachina. Her eyes turned cold suddenly and she said No one ever said I wanted to be alone. I have been trying.... she stopped her self right there. The horse didnt need to know about her life. No one wanted to live this hell with her. No one would deserve that kind of punishment

Fauve

Dappled mare lay her ears back and let out a low hiss, her own version of the wolf's growl. Watch my step or what? You kill me, is that it? You are welcome to my life. It has done me no good. And as for the other, you cannot lie to me. I feel it in you. You are alone because the choices you make have left you alone. Is that not so? She knew nothing of the female's past, but could sense a kindred spirit in the wolfess. Searching for the inevitable anger in Aaka's eyes, she threw back her head defiantly. Go on strike at me if you will! Then you will only be more alone. For when I die my soul will venture to the lowest hells, plummet to the bottom unheeded there to burn forever and never the solace of perishing. Forgotten, and more alone. Hear me, beflamed demoness. Do NOT think you have a special permit for pain. Do NOT believe that you are the only one in the world who suffers. And most of all, do NOT make the mistake of believing that you are the only creature on the planet with a past to be ashamed of. Yes I know you are ashamed of it; I see it in your eyes, I smell it in you. On some level you and I have much in common. And you know it. There was a distant fire flashing in those jaden eyes, a defiant spirit showing through the sweet outer rims of the mare. She truly did not care if Aaka killed her or not, it made her no difference. Still, she was curious as to what the wolfess' reaction would be.