homeless, floating around

[fuilarsa]

Mundane.

Mundane.

[Would be the equivalent of a small nephilim (that is, if you count 5'8" small) wanting to pull on a sleeve. But she can't, so she sits there squarely with unblinking read eyes.]

If big sister gets to go out, can I to, as well? It is not fair; my blades are still clean.

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[fuilarsa]

I am no child.

[cwnannwn]

How long have you lived, little one?

[That is to say where he is concerned she is still a child.]

[fuilarsa]

Others who have lived for thirteen years certainly do not partake in battle.

[cwnannwn]

[He laughs, and it soon turns into a vicious growl.]

They run so fast when they're so small. But the Romans did not care, and now the Inquisition does not care. This crusade is disgusting.

[fuilarsa]

Romans.

We have no such thing.

Nothing of that of which you speak; I do not care for humans, it is not what I want.

[cwnannwn]

It is my job to kill them for my master.

[He has to calm down- she's a child. She doesn't need to hear his hateful things.]

And where do you belong, little one?

[fuilarsa]

[He can't be affiliated with the uprising, this would be the first she's heard of it.]

The other half-bloods.

[cwnannwn]

Like Regina?

[The wolf settles slowly, finally just lays down and rests his head on his paws.]

[fuilarsa]

Big sister.

[cwnannwn]

[A whine finds its way out of him and he doesn't bother to cover it up. He's a terrible hellhound, really, growing attached to others.]

I see.

[fuilarsa]

[She doesn't see it, of course.]

Big sister has a different mother from than I.