of knife and dagger

Samantha Jarret · 04-10-2012, 10:13 PM

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Spending time with her son was becoming much more important every single second of it, the young wolfess surely understood the coyote boy. There was things he confided with her, things he would be terrified to speak to his father about. He had even asked that she never speak about his certain preference to men than females. His father would likely throw him out. But that was what it had always been, despite Rain never seriously noticing. Sure, back in Anathema he had secretly crushed on Severus and Octavius, yet never had the balls to hang out with them. Ah well, maybe one day the bubbly female would converse with her mate about it. But only with Quinn's permission.

A sound in the trees near the pair had her silky grey ears perking, standing high above her black hair. A silken voice slipped through the air, immediately the ivory girl's blood transformed into cold lead in her veins. Mustering up a little courage, despite the deep loathing she felt Sam managed a curt "How are you? It's been a while." Quintus, who was once standing by her side leaped to his feet from his knees. He pushed his shaggy brown hair from his face, looking confused at the two women. "Mom? What's happening? Who's this?" His orange eyes narrowed suspiciously at the golden woman, moving back to the safety at the side of his mother. Even though he had grown taller. Sam loaded the bow with an arrow, a silent warning to her past attacker to not pull anything. "Just someone I've met before...Remember when I came home that time? Almost dead. Yep." The loner nodded to Quinn who did indeed remember. Flattening his tall ears in fear. The stranger must've done a lot of damage...His momma was so broken...

No fear reflected on the slender ivory female however, just quiet and cool loathing for the taller female with the clothing, the only clothing she could bring herself was the sheepskin cloak Rain had given her as a gift, the special one he had traded with the holy men down south. Never would she give it away. "Why did you do that? What did Momma do?" The skinny Optime boy asked quietly, glancing over to his mother to get both sides of the story.

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