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Kidra had lost track of number of years it had been since she she had been violently chased from her genocidal home country (how many years it had been since she woke up on that living room couch). Not that it mattered now, Demon city had become her residence, her sanctuary, her home. She had built a life for herself here, largely with the help of Marle, the motherly demon who had saved her from a certain slow and agonizing death and adopted her into her ragtag family. Marle was always there for Kidra, to reassure her, get her into all the right kinds of trouble, and to stand up for the fiesty ferret girl.
Kidra contemplated the life that had fallen into her lap whilst in the comfort of her bed, with the warm body of her mate Keys lying next to her sound asleep, she rubbed the talisman necklace around her neck that had not been removed since the night had Keys had once stolen it. She smirked at the memory, cuddling in closer to the fox boy who had helped her to heal and move on, letting go of the talisman, Kidra allowed her fingers to graze over the scars that were scattered across her loves' body, as such was common for the towns people of Demon city.
Her daughter, Mika, was sound asleep downstairs with the rest of the children that Marle had decided to take under her wing. She was the real baby of the bunch, except for the perpetually young Dimitri, but Kidra was glad that her daughter had the friends, the family that she had never really experienced. That she could grow and learn, without metaphorical barriers and shackles.
She was not the same creature she had been, her strict dress code for herself had loosened, she had stopped wearing her armwarmers to hide her past from others, barcode still clearly visible on her forearm, and occasionally she even let her hair down from it's stern braid. She smiled and laughed more, she was finally comfortable with who and what she was. The talisman which she had been fooled to believe held her essence captive meant nothing to her now.
So for the first time in six years she removed her talisman necklace.
And she promptly dropped it into the rubbish bin.
She knew who she wa and nothing could change that now.
Kidra contemplated the life that had fallen into her lap whilst in the comfort of her bed, with the warm body of her mate Keys lying next to her sound asleep, she rubbed the talisman necklace around her neck that had not been removed since the night had Keys had once stolen it. She smirked at the memory, cuddling in closer to the fox boy who had helped her to heal and move on, letting go of the talisman, Kidra allowed her fingers to graze over the scars that were scattered across her loves' body, as such was common for the towns people of Demon city.
Her daughter, Mika, was sound asleep downstairs with the rest of the children that Marle had decided to take under her wing. She was the real baby of the bunch, except for the perpetually young Dimitri, but Kidra was glad that her daughter had the friends, the family that she had never really experienced. That she could grow and learn, without metaphorical barriers and shackles.
She was not the same creature she had been, her strict dress code for herself had loosened, she had stopped wearing her armwarmers to hide her past from others, barcode still clearly visible on her forearm, and occasionally she even let her hair down from it's stern braid. She smiled and laughed more, she was finally comfortable with who and what she was. The talisman which she had been fooled to believe held her essence captive meant nothing to her now.
So for the first time in six years she removed her talisman necklace.
And she promptly dropped it into the rubbish bin.
She knew who she wa and nothing could change that now.