Exchange of the Heart

Caillen Winters · 12-06-2010, 10:06 PM

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It had been a strange two weeks for the Winters boy. This tie had been a turning point in his life, but Caillen was still unaware of just how he had changed - He was only aware that he had, right deep down, and that the transformation from hopeless dreamer to whatever the new identity he had was complete. It was a haunting feeling, as though he was wearing the skin of someone else, the face of someone he'd once known quite well.

There was only one driven thought in his head. Before the changing time, he had made a promise to someone, and it was a promise he intended to keep. Somewhere, in the lands around him, was a den; Our secret meeting place. The words echoed repeatedly in his head. Someone was waiting for him there, and it was crucial that he find them.

Perhaps the emotional shock of his confrontation had driven common wit from Caillen's mind. A meeting with a strange male named Saluce had helped with that, sort of - He was still Luperci. The skin he wore was still acceptable to others of his kind. But inside his mind, the youth was adrift in a sea of chaos, and he found peace only in the absence of thought. Otherwise, his mind was drawn back constantly to the conflict, to his mother and to Sylvie, the girl who had broken his heart.

He had spent a few days wandering the area now, searching for the den. It was only this morning that things had begun to slide into place - He recognized that tree, that boulder, that cluster of birch, that thicket. And suddenly, there it was ahead, the opening of the den. A strange emotion coursed through him - was that relief? Happiness? - and the gentle giant wagged his soft tail gently, sky-blue eyes focused on the entrance as four large paws carried him straight to it. Sensitive canine nose could smell her presence here - It was old, but there, a fresh scent!

Trotting slowed to a walk, then finally a stop, as he reached the den's opening. Hesitantly, the huge brute stuck in his head, one floppy and one erect ear straining to hear the small breaths that identified a living creature within. He could smell her strongest in here, and as sky-blue eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see a dark shape huddled at the back of the den... "Sepirah?"

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