the color of love

Ever Mayawyn · 03-06-2011, 11:09 PM

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I hope the very little power play is okay Big Grin
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The morning had started out a game. She had woken him when dawn was nearly upon the cold morning. Her eyes were vibrant in the glowing light as she helped him stumble out of bed. Black fingers tied a dark scarf around his neck, the one she had found just for him, and a light blue plaid around her own. The girl continued to rouse the boy by dragging him around the house doing various activities she did by choice most days before he was even up, and then out the door.

“Come on, Ezra,”

Ever said, her lips pulled back into a full grown smile. She slipped into the dark woods, willing him to follow her. In and out of shadows the silver girl went, all the while following her mate with her eyes.

The past few days had been fragile, almost. Since the snow storm, the two wolves had nearly been stuck inside, forced together, if you will. Ever and Ezra had stayed in bed most days, limited by Ever’s broken wrist. It was healing nicely but still unwilling to do more than sway with routine movements.

She looked down at the tightly wrapped gauze on her arm. But the second of no concentration gave Ezra his chance, and the girl realized this late. Her head turned to find him only a few feet away.

“Silly boy …”

The girl dared, making her voice high and menacing with love before she slid back into darkness. Snow drifts were thick and common and the blanket was still over a feet around their beach home. Ocean hued eyes looked up to see the dark undercoat of the pine leaves over the growing peach color of dawn. She let out a laugh and crouched behind a fallen log to shift.

The cold made almost everything difficult for her. She felt her muscles ripple stiffly and her thighs recede into lupus legs. But it was taking too long. Ezra would be upon her soon which necessarily wasn’t a bad thing, but the farther she drew him, the more curious he would be. When the transformation reached her wrist is slowed an unbearable amount of time. She couldn’t control a quiet yelp as her injured arm began to reconstruct.

As soon as she was done, Ever began limping around the trees in the teasing game again. She couldn’t see Ezra now, so she slowed dramatically and walked into a clearing, exposing herself as the target. Suddenly, the ground faulted beneath her black paws and a buffeting crack sounded from a ways off. It didn’t take long for her to comprehend that she had stepped onto a frozen lake covered in snow.

“Ezra!”

Ever cried, the desperation in her voice clear. She wouldn’t have enough time to shift before she would go completely under and once again her injury got in the way of moving swiftly. The girl looked around frantically for her mate as another splintering sound cut through the morning.

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