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Life was slowly slipping away from her, faster than she imaged, even more so with Ruel's presence being so near but still so very far. She was feeling distant over the last months especially when she saw the children growing bigger and more independent. Soon they would be off and on their own for the most part, but did he really grasp who they were as small individuals? He was at work most of the time and she knew he was busy, she also knew he was doing his best but a part of her longed for who they were before the children. It was a selfish thought, and it was one that made her feel worse for even thinking, but so much had changed in the course of nearly a year. A long sigh escaped her as she continued on the narrowed cobblestone path towards the small shops.

Onyxia needed some time away and to herself to collect her thoughts, but it seemed she would have more on her plate to consider when she was met with that familiar gold pelt. Her body froze, the bitter chill of the air kissed her cheeks while her fiery orbs laid upon him. Sethos. She could feel the growl bubble in her throat while her ears lay flat against her head. Her skin riddled with goosebumps and she knew she should just turn and leave before he even saw her. He couldn't put her in jail again for trespassing since the lands became open, but she was sure he would find some way of being an asshole regardless.

She swallowed back the lump that formed in her throat, her nails tapped against the hard, cold stone beneath her paws. She drew in another short breath while her lips pursed together, her eyes not once lingering away from him. All the memories of their friendship before flooded through her mind, before they became enemies, before his brother almost killed her, before his outburst.

Before she grew to hate him.

What an odd feeling it was to be so out of touch with reality and feeling almost too exhausted to continue hating him. He was standing where she needed to be, looking over one of the vendors that she'd come to favor over the months. Onyxia's brows knit together as she pressed forward and beside him, "move Golden boy," she muttered as her shoulder pressed into him, giving him a light shove aside as she looked over the vendors items.

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