Too Free To Live {cara and robb}
didn`t your daddy hold you for heaven`s sake? he mustn`t have sung you to sleep `cos you talk with the tongue of a snake.
{♚}—;; Kindness was not stamped onto her being. Anger, pride radiated around her in waves. Waves that caught unwary prey and dragged them down into the darkest leagues of her soul. Cara was not a person who took well to being sent away, to failure. But the King in the North had sent her away from his camp with nothing but the clothes on her back, and the name of 'Snow' burning in the back of her mind-- in truth, he had threatened to have his wolf tear her to shreds, yet Cara hadn't for one second thought he would go through with it; she had heard enough to know that, deep down, he had a soft heart. The boy was a fool in her opinion. Stories had reached her on the road though-- his men had abandoned him, forced him on the run with assassins less deadly than her at his back. Annoyance bought the shake of her head, the only wrong the boy had done was try to protect his family. An action that gave Cara pause, caused her to rethink her idea of going back and killing him for the lions who had hired her. I owe them nothing, I could leave and never come back. Her thoughts were halted when the sound of footsteps reached her ears; hurried, yet cautious. Agiel raising, the Mord'Sith pushed forwards, keeping to the boundary of trees as she made her way towards the figure. "If it isn't the King in the North."
Her lips twitched upwards in a play of vague, subtle amusement that did not truly reach blue eyes. Lowering her weapon, Cara continued to smirk as she advanced; no intention of hurting him, unless he made the wrong move... "So the stories are true. You are alone."
