[m] the lovely scarecrow

Caillen Winters · 06-05-2011, 11:05 PM

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table © sie :: it is indeed a sexy table! <3

It was as he finished etching the curls of her hair into the supple bark, that the woman's voice swelled out into the air behind him. Caillen had been aware of her approach into the glade - Loneliness had provided him with keen hearing. But so many times the male had imagined that sound, the light foot-fall on scattered leaf matter, the scent that was purely hers alone, that he no longer trusted such sounds to be real.

Her voice, however, proved substance; He turned sharply, the antler still held to the bark even as hypothermia blue eyes looked the woman up and down. It was she - His Talitha, come at last. For a long moment, the male spoke no words in return to her jest. With a fierce concentration, he used the sharpest antler tip to finish carving a wavy, curled line on the stick-figure Luperci woman's head to represent that mass of red hair that he had such fondness for. Then he rose, using the tree for support as legs had cramped slightly for having been sitting so long.

He was taller than her, and much larger. It was Caillen's size that made him a marked man - His appearance as a machine built perfectly for combat. But the de le Poer woman would know the kindness within the wayward man's soul, the bittersweet gentleness of the giant. Again his eyes devoured her. "Talitha," Came the rusty croak of an accented tone used so sparingly it was almost forgotten, lost deep in his throat beyond the place where the animal noises came from. The trees around showed his obsessive love for the woman, and also the details of his life; A eulogy written in bark and desperation.

Caillen took a step nearer to her, wary of the woman, for her temper was an unpredictable and beautiful thing. One large hand reached for her slender frame, wanting to reassure himself that her being was indeed corporal, not something imagined by the sickest parts of his withering sanity.

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