you won't ever save your soul

Eris Eternity · 01-10-2011, 07:39 AM

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Even if the shadowy man did love her, it was questionable whether the coal-shaded woman would be able to deal with that. She had never experienced stability -- even in Eterne there was always that out-of-place feeling. She had known of the rumors long before the eventual banishment and escape -- they had whispered that she was a wolf and a fraud, and she had not been immune to those rumors. Only Mantus's thundering insistence had kept her among the good graces of those who mattered within Eterne; were it not for that, she might have found herself in the street. Perhaps that would have been a better fate than the one she suffered, even if she did not fully recall it.

These children were not a symbol of love to the woman -- she did not yet know what they stood for. They were not her mothers; she and Larkspur had made sure of that. Surveying the monochromatic and timberwolf brown, thin pelts of the children, the sable-shaded woman knew -- or feverishly hoped -- they would grow up to look like wolves, every inch of them. He was silent, and she did not move beneath his slight touch at first, remaining still and staring down at the children, still bewildered and amazed by their existence. That they had come from her was unthinkable, and yet as she lifted one closer, touching the end of her muzzle to it, she knew they were hers. They would belong to no one else, and no one would take them from her -- she did not know Larkspur well enough to call him a wonderful father, but he had not abandoned her yet, either.

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