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- Dreyrugr - 06-15-2009 [html] How long had it been since he'd smelled her? To be honest, he couldn't even say. Most of the wounds that littered the male's body had become angry scars, so he knew it had been at least a month or two, perhaps even longer. Both he and Kol had slipped in and out of consciousness several times during their incarceration, so any sense of time was lost completely between the two of them. The male couldn't help but shiver as he stood at the border of the only place he'd ever felt at home. Were he a weaker soul, he would have given in to the sweet sense of homecoming as familiar scents wafted to his nose from the borderline, and his heart beat faster as one of those scents poignantly touched his soul. Alexey...[/html] - Alexey Koios - 06-15-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... /free3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ The smell carried by the evening breeze was unmistakable. It had travelled all the way to the small cabin she now shared with Conor, coaxing her away from home and toward the southern border. Multiple feelings tugged at her heart; a vortex of emotions spiraling out of control. Although part of her wanted to run away, as far as she possibly could, her duties required her to do otherwise. His essence was poison to her, and she’d never wanted to see or smell him again; not after what he’d done. Not after the pain and heartache she’d gone through. Just when things were getting better, he’d come back to haunt her. It became obvious then, how Stormbringers enjoyed breaking her heart; first Aiden, then Kol, and now Drey. She kept a steady pace, taking her sweet time in getting there. He deserved to wait much longer, considering the fact that she’d just spent the last two months of her life waiting for him to come home. Now, after an unimaginable amount of wasted tears, she would make him pay. Alexey had always been a forgiving woman, sweet-natured and considerate of others. It felt as though her (former) mate had taken advantage of that. No compassion went out to him. For the first time in her life, her position within Dahlia de Mai would prove to be useful. Being a council member had many perks; Dreyrugr would find out the hard way. Their roles had been reversed; he would listen to her for a change. As she got closer, the male’s blurry silhouette became clearer. Honey-hued eyes swept across his body, lingering over the new scars adorning his body. Her heart sank but she did her best to keep a straight face. It was his fault for leaving in the first place. “Can I help you?” she offered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She halted several feet away from him. Her eyes had lost their natural warmth; her body was stiff with caution. - Dreyrugr - 06-15-2009 [html] She was a stranger to him, but could he truly have expected more? Realistically speaking, of course not. He'd betrayed her, vanished and blown off like a leaf in the wind, and she had every reason to hate him. The woman that approached was not the sweet-natured girl he had cooked for and spent days wrapped up with in their bedroom. The eyes he'd so often lost himself in were no longer the soft golden hue of honey, but rather had hardened into an unbreakable shell of citrine as they'd come to rest upon him. His heart broke as he felt the ice in her glare, and he did his best to shield the one glint of softness in his own eyes. It was clear from the Acer's mannerism that this would be a strictly business-like encounter, and knowing his place, Dreyrugr lowered his stance and his gaze to match. His message was clear, she would get no fight from him, no conflict, no defiance. The situation was entirely under her control. After all, he was the failure here, not her. And as far as Drey was concerned, the circumstance of his failure of Alexey didn't matter. It only mattered that he had.[/html] - Alexey Koios - 06-15-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... /free3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ Her first question had been a tasteless one, she knew. She could’ve asked him something much more important, anything pertaining to his wellbeing would’ve been better than what she’d come up with. But doing so would’ve meant giving in; consequently allowing him to think all was forgiven. She couldn’t allow that to happen. A few months prior, she’d been head over heels in love with the man. Although her feelings hadn’t changed, she now saw him in a different light. He had betrayed her in ways she’d never thought imaginable. In her overly-dramatic mind, their relationship had been nothing but a game to him. He had succeeded in seducing her and thus, hadn’t felt the need to stick around any longer. No matter how wrong her assumptions were; they were real to her. She’d played the same scenario in her head, over and over again, for the last two months. Her theory was unbelievably fitting; Dreyrugr the womanizer had won yet another trophy. She was ashamed of what she’d allowed him to do, and it was written all over her face. Alexey had never been able to conceal her feelings well; behind that cold gaze hers, several other emotions could be seen. His apologies were meaningless. He’d always had a way with words, as she remembered correctly. She scoffed at his submissive behavior, most particularly at the first sentence he’d muttered. If she still had the heart to? The Caregiver wondered if she still had a heart, because it felt as though it had been ripped out of her chest. “Dahlia de Mai doesn’t take kindly to deserters,” she said pointedly, making sure to mention the pack as a whole. There would be no “I” in her statements; not yet at least. Her pride prevented her from referring to their relationship. “Give me a reason why I should give you a second chance.” - Dreyrugr - 06-15-2009 [html] Her icy tone pushed the last of his hope at rebuilding with her down to the pit of his stomach. He knew she probably had some horrible picture painted of him in her mind, and the gods knew he probably deserved the karma being lumped back on him. Her callous statement need not have been said; Drey knew well that no pack took kindly to deserters. Then again, it also told the male that Alexey was keeping this a pack ordeal, and had no desire to discuss the two of them personally. It tore at him that she was being this cold, but what the hell could he do about it?[/html] - Alexey Koios - 06-16-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... /free3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ The Acer felt light-headed, floating in a sea of uncertainty. His explanation was like static; a mixture of sounds intermingled together. Her mind was reeling from the information thrown at her. She was succumbing to the inner turmoil, feeling her composure shatter with every word spoken. Honey-hued orbs remained focused on those emerald eyes, seeking comfort in his gaze like she'd done a million times before. As much as she hated to admit it, he was partly right. Deserters didn’t normally come back. Shaking her head at the overflow of information thrown her way, Alexey cautiously took a step back. While she understood now that perhaps he hadn’t meant to hurt her, the damage seemed irreversible. There was a heartrending feeling in the pit of her stomach, threatening to break loose any moment now. His version of the facts was extravagant to say the least, but the Caregiver found it in her heart to believe him. Kol’s disappearance made it all too plausible. Knowing that her missing best friend was now carrying products of rape made her insides churn. Although she was terribly saddened by the revelation, she couldn’t help but feel angry with the two siblings. No one had infiltrated Dahlia de Mai prior to their disappearance, or the Koios girl certainly would’ve been able to track the foreign smell. Her flair was one of her best assets. “Where were you when this happened?” she questioned, remembering the countless times they’d fought over Lexey leaving the pack lands on her own. It seemed as though the Stormbringer siblings could’ve prevented this from happening, had they been more careful. “I’m glad she’s doing okay, despite the circumstances.” she continued, making allusion to his dark-colored littermate, Pretending not to care was too hard, and Kol didn’t deserve such a treatment. It was ironic really, how both of the Stormbringer siblings had made it their life’s mission to protect Alexey, when they should’ve been watching their own backs before anyone else’s. “Don’t disappoint us again, Filix.” Her eyes flashed with golden fire as his newly assigned rank rolled off her tongue. She wanted nothing more than to let him hold her. The tawny femme missed his touch, his warmth, the aura of security emanating from his body. A lump had formed in her throat then, knowing she’d eventually have to tell him about DaVinci. That is, if she ever found the courage to do so. “I’m afraid you’ll have to check with Conor before coming home, seeing as it’s his house too now,” she asserted, allowing herself to loosen up ever so slightly. Her eyes were the epitome of mischief. - Dreyrugr - 06-16-2009 [html] The Stormbringer stood his ground, maintaining his submissive posture despite the heat that had boiled in his blood. He very nearly snapped a response to his former mate's accusatory inquiry about the siblings' whereabouts on the night of their disappearance, but the tiny crack in her cold gaze made him hold back his temper. He simply sighed softly, a defeated look slipping into his emerald gaze as he looked away. "We were in the old Souls lands of the Concrete Jungle. The wildfire had destroyed nearly everything, but Kol wanted to look for something that had belonged to our Aunt when she'd lived there. We let our guard down, I'll be the first to admit that, and there were just too many of them for the two of us to take down. The fact that they were aiming to capture rather than kill made it all that much harder." The male's fangs clenched in restrained anger at the memory, stretching the scar that now extended from his right brow to below his jaw.[/html] - Alexey Koios - 06-18-2009 [html] http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b171/ ... /free3.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+ What irked her most was their imprudence; leaving ‘Souls without notifying anyone had been a foolish thing to do. The Concrete Jungle was located far beyond Halcyon Mountain and getting there was no easy task. There’s no way they would’ve made it back to Dahlia de Mai in a day’s time; that much was obvious. So why hadn’t they said goodbye before leaving on their journey? It had been his responsibility, as her mate, to notify her of his whereabouts. He had failed to do so; miscommunication had ruined their relationship. Kol’s expected recovery was the highlight of their conversation. At least she wanted to keep the puppies, which demonstrated how strong of a woman she really was. Alexey knew by now, that if raised properly, children could become the greatest joy of one’s existence. And she had no doubt that Kol would give them all of her love, despite the tainted blood that flowed through their veins. Alexey sincerely hoped she’d get to lay eyes on them someday. A smile tugged at her lips when she noticed the surprise in his eyes. He’d made a mistake, but the rank of Solum was reserved for those who truly deserved the public humiliation. Their conversation had taken a pleasant turn, until the word runt was used to describe her protégé. Her eyes darkened momentarily, displaying how attached she’d grown to the child. It was true. Conor was the runt of the litter, but she hated when people referred to him as such. “Don’t call him that.” she warned, attempting not to sound too brash. Little did she know, Emwe would soon follow in his brother’s footsteps and move in also. The spark in his emerald orbs hadn’t gone unnoticed. Her gaze followed his, settling on the bracelet attached to her wrist. She could feel her cheeks radiating heat as a wave of self-consciousness washed over her. “Where will you be staying?” she asked, hoping to steer some of the focus away from the piece of jewelry. Her question clearly indicated that he couldn’t come home just yet, not until Conor was informed of the circumstances. - Dreyrugr - 07-13-2009 [html] OOC: No table cuz I'm at work and having issues with my copy/paste. -.- I frigging hate it here. And I fail hardcore for taking so long with this.[/html] |