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- Mew Sadira - 08-30-2009 I just placed Cwmfen in her den - I hope that's all right? I'll change it if not Word Count: 370 [html]
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Oh yeah! That’s fine with me, ^=^ And Sorry about the wait! 700+ Early that morning, the warrior had gone out to hunt. Where she had once been able to eat only occasionally—perhaps every other day or, at worst times, ever week—she now hunted and fed every day. It was apparent within her mind that such frequent feeding was necessary for her pups, for it was the nourishment of her every meal that gave nourishment to her growing pups. That need to hunt, however, did not trouble the black fae. While she trained now near her den with hard and vigorous sessions to harden her body and instincts and resolve once more, hunting was simply another necessary and enjoyable exercise. The warrior practiced speed and agility, and she practiced silence and stealth. While the latter was most naturally within that ethereal movement of her muscles, her speed and agility had grown dull in the months of her pregnancy. Now she sought to hone them as she did with all the skills that she once had and the techniques that she sought to have. The hunt had gone successfully, and the warrior felt that there was now little to be regained. She would be able to focus upon that which must be learned so that defeat as it had occurred nearly three moons ago would not happen again. Cwmfen fed swiftly and thoroughly upon the small rabbit, leaving only the pelt and some bones, for she found that the marrow of bones was a small treat, as nourishing as was the liver. And so, with the hunt successful and the meal complete, the black she-wolf moved with fluidity, returning to her den with the celerity of a wild and free hunter. The pups were waiting for her within the den, obedient and remaining within lest danger should pass by. The wolf moved into the tunnel and into the open den within that was from above guarded by the great oak. It was cool within her earthen abode, for without the sky was bright despite clouds and the day had grown comfortably hot. The pups greeted her with their peculiar silence, and yet their silence was not peculiar to her. Both she and Onus were wordless creatures, and so it was not unusual that the pups were silent also. They had learned ‘mother’ and ‘father’ among other things, but soundlessness was dominating. But, as with Onus, their silence spoke more loudly than broken sentences ever could for the woman was well versed in the language of Silence. Occasionally they would speak. Those black and white eyes of Honor, and those black and white eyes of Chastity, looked to her, and she knew that they were hungry. With a soft smile within the white orbs, the woad marked fae lowered herself to the cool earth and the twins instantly came to suckle at her belly. They had grown much since the time of their birth, but still they were small. The new mother marveled at their small size, and she marveled at her love for them also. The pups had long since fed and had gone to nap. Soon they would rise, the warrior knew, and they would play in the brighter world above. The voice that called from above caused the woad-bound ears to lift forward. She recognized that voice although it had been many moons since she had heard it. The pied boy had heard it too, and his sleepy head lifted to find his mother rising and leaving the den. Honor nudged his sister who wore a pelt in the likeness of her father and yawned before rising with her brother. Cwmfen rose from the den, standing at its mouth as if she were some long-faded visage of a warrior’s shade. A soft smile was upon the quiet lips, and the tranquility of her features was ever impassive. The scrutiny of the warrior missed very little, and she did not miss the pregnant belly. And she did not miss, too, the dark colours within her packmate. But the warrior now could understand such a thing, for she had grown to understand the nature of love. Lubomir had departed from Dahlia, and Mew had loved him. "I have much time," the soft alto sang. "Do you need something?" - Mew Sadira - 09-12-2009 Waiting-time fail by Marit. Sorry ( [html]
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No, I fail more >n< 500+ A faint smile moved across her quiet lips. "Thank you, Mew," the soft melody offered in response. The pups moved up against her hind legs, pausing as they watched the stranger from afar. Cwmfen stepped down from the mouth of her den, landing silently, lithely, upon the grass beneath her. The earth was cool for the shade, and the golden sun warmed their fingers. The woad-bound maw curiously extended briefly, and she scented the air about the bag that hung from the other’s neck. It seemed an uncomfortable accessory, but the black fae could not tolerate clothing constricting her movements. Mew was more adept than she at maneuvering with such things. The black she-wolf smelled the meat and knew of the greater hunger that moved a pregnant body. Turning, the woad warrior gave her attention momentarily to the pups that wished to see also. The twins stepped forth, lingering at the lip of the tunnel in silence. They watched the other female, the stranger, with their silence, their dichotomous, heterochromian eyes, watching the other with a strange intensity. Like the venom within the young of snakes, their gaze was held with an openness much greater than their parents who knew how to lessens and intensify their own silence. Honor and Chastity both took a step forward but they did not descend. The pied boy and the coy-like girl did not growl and were polite with this stranger, and the black she-wolf approved of such a thing. The woad-marked fae gave them each a simple touch upon their nose with her own before she returned to the green-eyed female. The Dahlian Adonis could not help but feel that joy, mild and gentle within her soul, at the caring of her young. It was something unexpected and yet expected all at once. The diluted and yet warm mirth faded in the tranquil river of her soul. The impassivity was held lightly once more, a light of elegance within her ever erected pose. While the presence of another pregnant wolf set a danger upon her pups, the warrior did not fear for her young. Mew would not attack them; often such archaic wolven traditions did not persist within these societies. Nevertheless, the warrior was alert as she was always. "You bear your own," the soft alto offered. The tranquil voice was impassive. She did not know how Mew would approach the situation. Cwmfen herself had lingered in silence and solitude, for she had believed that the seed that had grown within her had belonged to the crow wolf. And still, she had known the feeling of being fettered, for, regardless of who had planted the seed within her, the burden of bearing life had not permitted her to fulfill her duties to the pack. She wished still to hear the song of war, but she knew that she must wait but a little longer, and she was patient. This experience...it was a different thing, but it was not unpleasant. She cherished the life that she and Onus had created regardless of the fetters that now bound her. - Mew Sadira - 09-18-2009 Word Count: 386 [html]
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500+ The warrior’s white orbs watched the white fae curiously as the bag was dropped. She watched the movement of the human thing and found it strange and unfamiliar—and yet, she supposed that the movement could have been similar to the coat that Onus donned. The meat was scented strongly by the woad-banded maw, but she did not lower her head to explore the smell and withheld herself, watching from a distance. The pups gradually leapt down from the lip of the cave, walking slowly to their mother’s feet. Their dichotomous gazes looked up at the white strange they now knew to be ‘Mew’, and they dipped their maw as they had seen their mother do to greet others. A brief nod of approval and encouragement was spared for the pups, and their faces seemed somehow to brighten (Honor did not seem to smile, but Chastity’s maw brightened imperceptibly). Content with themselves, the twins turned, trotting over to the nest before commencing with their wrestling. It seemed to be their most cherished pastime, and it was a useful and logical thing within the Woad Warrior’s mind. There was surprise within the female at Mew’s offerings, but only a slight flicker of the woad-banded ears indicated as much. The white orbs that had held the green gaze lowered to the meat that was now visible from the satchel. "I thank you, Mew," the soft tones sang, gratitude held openly upon the that melody. She took a step forward, gently touching the meet with her maw as she sniffed at it in great detail. It was simply a habit. Once the warrior was satisfied, she lifted her head. "You must feed yourself as well." The warrior did not want to return the gift, for such a thing was unbecoming of the receiver. But it was important as well for the pregnant female to nourish the lives yet unborn. "Do not be terrified," the soft alto responded, and she moved a little closer to the other female, a comfortable distance and yet not touching. Aside from making love—and now, she supposed, in the care of her children—it was only in war that Cwmfen tended to make contact with another’s body. There was a brief moment of silence as the fluid body ceased to move, and the white orbs met the gaze of the Vitis without challenge, although that wild ferocity lingered there still. As when she had found Conor terrified, the warrior raised a query. "What makes you feel in such a way, Mew?" The black spoke in quiet tones, her voice almost a susurrus. She thought that she could smell the other’s terror now, and the warrior wondered at it. Indeed, even when she had believed that it had been Corvus’ seed that grew within her, there had not been terror. She knew that such a thing had been preordained, and so she had accepted the shackles of the pregnancy with quiet contentment, her only regret being that her body betrayed Onus by the bearing of evil. But only the seed that had grown within her had changed. She did not think that she would have grown less fond of her pups had they been spawned from that black seed, but she knew also that she would have killed them had they grown with blackness in their hearts. - Mew Sadira - 09-27-2009 This wait I give everyone lately is embarrassing. I'm veryveryvery sorry :/ Word Count: 453 [html]
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No, no. I made you wait too >< 500+ The silent nod of the other was not strange to the quiet warrior, and a soft yet golden smile was given in return. The woad-bound maw lowered to take some of the meat, placing it to the side. Perhaps, once the formalities of conversation were complete, the white female would dine with her. But briefly, her attention was turned elsewhere. At the nest, soft growls was lifted upon the air, and it seemed to the woad-marked fae that the voices of her children belonged within the world. The relief that had been felt when she realized that the pups belonged to Onus lingered ever in her soul. While she had been prepared to still the lives should they have darkened souls, the warrior preferred this persistence of life. And she found the love that she felt for these small twins to be strange and yet expected. A small smile danced upon her maw as she beheld those small forms that would inevitably grow into fuller, stronger forms. The Vitis did not answer the Adonis’ query and was silent; such silence did not sit well with the warrior who believed that such questions must be confronted, but she did not push the other female. The question that was raised upon the air caused the woad-banded ears to press forward. The white orbs turned from the twins at her feet to the pregnant fae. How was Haku with children? The warrior did not know. She herself had not often engaged within children for her disapproval of their disrespect. Now, with her own, she had taken care to raise them with care and with the discipline of warriors. But Haku had not taken up the role of father, and Alexey had been the caretaker of the Soul children. The thoughts flitted through her mind with such celerity that the silence was not lasting. "I don’t know," the quiet melody replied at length. Perhaps once she would have believed him to respond decently, but recently she had felt much darkness within him. Perhaps, with the unborn lives belonging to Mew, to whom Haku was related, the pups would be well protected. But then the warrior paused. Was that what the white fae wished? Mew would know Haku more acutely than she. "What would you want in a father?" There was a brief pause before the warrior continued, her posture lowering as she sat those sinewy haunches upon the earth. A specific thought rose up upon the air, provoked by the mood that seemed so unfamiliar of the green-eyed fae. Mild concern rose up within the emotionally dilute palette of the Adonis. "Will you not raise them?" Cwmfen herself primarily raised the twins, for Onus was not always welcome within the packs. But she understood that and knew the responsibilities that Nature and the Wild had placed upon the female. And the pups seemed to understand that as well, for their love of their father was very strong. But Mew’s mate had left.... The warrior did not find such a thing to be a complication, but she knew what was expected within these societies. She wondered briefly if that was what kept Onus nearby, but then she knew that he, too, had grown to love these small creatures that together they had wrought. - Mew Sadira - 10-16-2009 Sorry again. Seriously, life is after my hobbies this fall. Word Count: 337 [html]
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