09-09-2010, 01:03 AM
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 It was dark, but that was good. It meant that she could more easily sneak through the shadows that surrounded her, the night reaching around the female as she walked through the woods. Her two feet made nearly no sound on the forest floor, the exception being a few left over, crackly leaves from the last autumn. The trees were beginning to change color now with the switching of seasons, but in this light everything looked the same. A small bit of moonlight illuminated portions of the brush in front of her, but the black luperci skirted those areas. She had a bag over one shoulder. Marked on the bag in dark paint was two names; the names of the two surviving spawn of Haku. She did not consider them hers at all…they were his. They looked like him, reminded her of him…every time she looked at them, she could feel his blue eyes on her again. It was driving her mad. Had driven her mad. Ember reached a clearing and stopped for a rest. There were some stones on the forest floor, and she looked down at them. She had been planning to do things an easier way, to take the demon-spawn to a far away river and throw their bag in, but maybe this was a better way to do it. Their father would burn in the fires of the underworld once she finally caught up with him…if she ever did…and his children should, too. The fire was built quickly, the squeaks of the two live pups disappearing beneath the sound of crackling flames. They were the reason that she wasn’t a leader…that she wasn’t a warrior, that things hadn’t worked out with her and Dawali. Why would he want to help her raise someone elses’ pups? In her mind, she believed that her pregnancy was the one true cause of all of these problems. This would fix it. She picked up the squirming bag. She’d put the stillborn pup in with his two siblings; better to dispose of all three at once. Ember stared into the fire, hand clutching the bag, green eyes devoid of visible emotion. This…this was the solution. She didn’t have any children other than Lotus. He was her one and only son. All of her pups had been still-born…yes, that was what she would say. With one small grunt the bag was tossed and she turned to run away from it as soon as she heard it hit, not waiting to watch it burn. |