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[ cora's going to make this nice and quick. after experiencing a normal life as a teenager, sans the canines, and having a repeat performance as herself, cora's beginning to feel a little on edge. as there's no alphas to hunt down and try and lure into a violent dance, cora's had to make do with herself — and similarly to how she feels about being stripped down to the bare essentials that come with being human, she's angry about it. nothing feels enough. nothing ever is enough. not while she's here, not while she has time to actually stop running and fighting. ]

Is there a gym? Getting tired of running outside. Sticks and stones.

[ may not break her bones but they sure as hell bruise as badly as being human and liking it does. running out in the woods isn't punishing enough, unfortunately. even if she wished for a silver bar in her room, it seems to disappear each time cora wakes up. it's as if her own room won't allow her to work herself to the bone. ]

I need a sparring partner. Prefer it to not be Thumper.

[ there's too many rabbits out in the woods. she's not going to bother asking any takers?. ]

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i'm very skilled at having luck on my side when i need it to show up

[ his real skill is winning people over and looping strings around their wrists, pulling them together and turning them into a family. he doesn't see that, not completely, even though he's had it thrown in his face time and time again. maybe it's the fact that he doesn't give up. he bounces back with torn clothes and a bloody nose and dusts himself off. it isn't only with fighting. he doesn't give up on people either, not until he's been forced out and even then, his trust can be won back. he isn't impossible to tip in someone's direction favorably. ]

okay
well maybe you're right
maybe you need a change of scenery
throw Wonderland off of your trail
do something it doesn't expect from you
i think you're on the right path

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