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Dreams where bullshit to demigods that much was true, but you never knew how much you missed them till you couldn't have them anymore. Natasha wished she could escape her reality some times. Aphrodite didn't bother with her anyways, she didn't want her help. Where was her mother when she needed her? When she was a wolf for YEARS. She huffed and shook her head, pushing herself back into her chair. "Yeah. They can stay out of my life." she mumbled before looking over as Hailey spoke. "Thats cool that you were able to get yourself out of that." she said, slightly jealous that she wasn't able to do the same. She had been so lost when she was turned into a wolf. She didn't even know who she was at the time. Yet the idea of the Hecate cabin. She growled slightly "They can keep all their magic shit to themselves. I never want to see magic again." she said angrly, glaring at the ground as she did. "Magic always has a price and I'm not willing to pay it."

Now the thing with Natasha is she doesn't handle sympathy well. Everyone has always told her they are sorry for what happened, that they couldn't imagine how she had felt. Damn right they couldn't. To literally have every part of your body ripped apart and transformed into something she wasn't. Something they slowly overtook her, changed her and spit her right back out into the hell she was living in now. Hailey, her sympathy wasn't need either, she was tired of people feeling sorry for her. Yet she didn't feel like ripping out her throat because for once she believed that she knew how she had felt. Maybe not the same extent but felt it as well. She just shock her head, unable to think of a proper call back. "Yeah well that's what I got." she said simply, coldness flooding her voice.


Gods she need out of this sap-fest now. Hailey said something about her getting better and that was her ticket out. "At least things are getting better for you. How long have you been out of smoll and furry stage if you don't mind me asking. You talk like you've had a while to cope."Anything to get the topic off her.

Okay. So the world could possibly end. It could, because Natasha genuinely smiled "Horns? Try to deal with wolf packs, they are all assholes all the time." she joked fondly and even laughed. A laugh she hadn't hear in a long time. A long long time. She stopped laughing at the mention of Artemis. Heavily sighing she ran a  hand through her hand. "Yeah. Shes something more along the line of a asshole than having issues. Apparently she determined some young demigod's punishment for abusing her powers should be to literally take her life away from five years." Her voice was harsh and cold, and for the first time, full of emotion. For most people who they hear about her, they either blamed her or said it wasn't that bad. They didn't understand how it felt to be punished for one mistake like that. She didn't say it was right but she was young and naive and felt like with her powers she was untouchable. How it felt to never see her family, how she had to explain five years later to her broken father that she wasn't in fact dead. All her friends that were gone, both moves out and some passed during a big fight at camp. Hailey was the only one with any possible idea how she felt.

Natasha watched as the other girl came in. No formal greetings, no explanation, just questions. Maybe she wasn't the only one in this boat. She nodded at the other girl, she had seen her around before. Wasn't there two of them or something like that? "Yeah." she said simply, uncrossing her arms as the girl entered. Only the two of them? Well this is one hell of a plan Chiron isn't in. "Do you know what we are doing here?Are you a part of this furry exchange program as well? Or are you the one that suppose to be normalizing me?" She said perhaps more sharply than she should have. "Cause I'll tell you one thing if you expect to break me down like some shrink doll you've got another thing coming." okay, perhaps too much snarl in the last one but the wolf inside her was angry.  

Joking. Dakota was joking with her. She had a soul in her apparently and it wasn't just a void of bitch. Wow whatever had her messed up, must be serious. "good. I don't think there is enough dirt to handle another one." she said simply, as if playing along with the joke. She may have been serious though, that was a lot of sweating and baths she had to take to get rid of the first one. That was the last thing she wanted again, even know that she was trying to actually be a..well.. person.

As if the strangeness wasn't enough already, she actually started telling her what was going on. Natasha blinked about twice before she realized what her sister was saying. Relationship trouble. The stuff Aphrodite girls were sworn to for their entire life. Something in her clicked and memories of her old part flooded in like rapid shot photos. Glimpses of her old siblings, old problems. It freaked her out for a moment before she remember that Dakota had been talking to her. It all rolled like gears turning for the first time in a millennium.

"So you got a guy to fall in love with you, told him you didn't feel the same way and then now you feel bad about it." she said working over the information in her mind. She thought it over for a second before taping a fist into the palm of her hand. "Sounds like you messed thing up." she said simply before turning slightly more serious at her sister "For you, not for him.  Sounds like you were settled on the idea of not loving him, so when he said that you didn't even bother to see what your own feelings were saying." she said before looking around the room. "You know for the entire time I got back from camp after we met, I was trying to find a way to take you down a notch. Mess with someone you loved or liked. Makes sense now though." she said after scanning the room, just as she thought. Not a sign of anything she cared about. "You've probably never been in love other than with a horse." she said before looking back at her half sister. "Not that it matters. Just plays into the fact that you got scared and messed it up. So you can sit here and cry or go talk to said boy before he has time to ponder over a broken heart scar."

Natasha knew better than to mess with Dakota more recently. She wasn't scared of her, but she was over her and didn't want to deal with her. Never stopped her, but she knew better. She was slowly remembering who she was, well before. She had at one point been Dakota according to people. A better Natasha version of her but nonetheless, when she walked into the cabin and heard noises coming form her room, she should have left.

But no, she peeked in and saw the unseeable. Dakota crying. A good minute of Natasha trying to comprehend / form words passed before she inwardly groaned and cursed before leaving. Minutes later she reappeared, stepping in loudly so she knew someone was in,  and placing a cup on the table by her bed. She starred at her sister for a minute, eyebrows pressed in and looked down at her. "I..There... its chocolate." Natasha said awkwardly but firmly. She had no idea how to comfort people, she had no idea why she would cry but she had seen movies since she got back. It seems human behavior is still strange to her. She looked at her sister exactingly  and furred her eyebrows at her sister. "Whatever it is get over it, you are a loud cryer and it's not fun to listen to." at least she was trying?