“Hmmm?”
The wolf acts innocent now even as the pale-haired woman breaks down into flushed stammers and stumbled words.
When did Ori’s arm slip around her waist? She’s so sneaky when it comes to Sara.
A soft chuckle before Ori slips forward in one smooth motion.
Her capulet drapes around Sara while her other hand takes the woman’s, pulling it up to her lips. Feather soft kisses to her knuckles as Orianna practically purrs.
“I think that outfit suits you, Sara dear.”
Ori approaches her co-worker with a smile and a drink in hand.
She herself dressed in a black and red suit; the off shoulder cape gives the allusion of an ancient count. Even her fangs are peaking past her lips.
Dashingly handsome.
A sigh as she’s thankfully able to breathe.
“Thank you dear. Your kindness means I don’t die an early death, even if it would be by a pretty lady’s hand…err, tail.”
Ho’ol is rewarded with a tiny kiss to her tail at least.
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Ori silently pulls the Vulpo into her lap, curling slightly into her and burying her face into her chest.
It’s been a long, long few weeks.
“You know with all this paperwork you’re giving me, that just means you’ll have to participate in more routine missions…”
The wolf doesn’t miss a beat and begins chipping away at the tall stack.
“To balance the workload of course.”
Another laugh, bitter. Choking from her throat.
“You think I just made a simple little mistake in life? That I can be forgiven?!…”
Orianna stands, body trembling with rage. A self loathing that has been bottled up for years, raging and boiling like a pot left on the stove.
—biting back a sob that threatens to tear through her throat.
“And now, everyone; the people of Rhodes Island, Terra…𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. They all suffer because I didn’t stop Her.”
She steps back, numbly, back hitting the hard edge of her desk.

















