M - love always remains

Clover Love Lykoi · 05-14-2011, 03:48 AM

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Word Count → 1001 :: Yes, moar Alaine threads for Anna. Do want!! And sorry that this got ridiculously long. Also, some PP at the end there. Let me know if it's a no-no.

Oh how everything had changed so easily, and yet so undetectable. It was as if the slow, steady creep made all of the changes less noticeable, but if you stopped to reflect on it all, you realized just how much had changed. The coyote girl was not the same hippie child she had been growing up amongst the others of Juniper Peace. She hadn’t realized that so much had changed, but she supposed Inferni and her new lifestyle had molded her into something new. Sure, she still possessed many of the same qualities (for that was what made her Clover), but many of her views had been changed so easily that she could hardly trace back to the planted seeds that had led her astray in the first place.

Simply, life had been about peace and love. The young coyote had learned to appreciate all of Mother Earth’s creations and to show them all the same amount of respect, whether they be fellow coyotes or the crickets that chirped their chorus when the sun fell. Clover had watched the others easily display their love through gestures of affection, though she did not fully understand all the things these actions entailed at the time. She would not openly practice love like that until she grew older, but now she was aware of the idea. As adolescent blossomed into adulthood, mind and body began to work in unison to better understand and communicate those ideas. But love was not something to be stingy about; the girl was to offer it openly to anyone who would accept. Or so, she was led to believe. Past excursions with lovers were not things brewed from passion. Simply, it was making love; more love for Mother Earth, for it was what she wanted her beautiful creatures to do. Create and spread love, always.

But things had changed for the Inferni girl, and she was not sure what to think anymore. This man, with those fierce, yet enchanting olive green eyes lured her in a way she had not been lured before. Clover had many times felt the foolishness of trivial crushes, but now that she had grown older, there was something more powerful to her feelings now. The way the man sat beside her, closing the distance between them, caused Clover’s body to react in a way she wasn’t sure how to process. It was clear she felt an attraction to him, but it was not the same as it had been before – with the boy from Juniper Peace, with Harlowe, with Attila... Sirius had initiated something entirely different in Clover Lykoi, and it was enough to illicit a strange fear in her.

And yet, she embraced this sense of danger, for it was not the hostile danger that often plagued Inferni. It was something different all its own. A forbidden danger. She couldn’t quite place a finger on it. Whatever it was, it got the girl’s heart beating a little faster beneath the cage of ribs with its blanket of tawny fur.

"Yes," she sighed, both pale yellow eyes becoming momentarily lidded as she focused on the presence of his fingers amongst the gold of her hair. "So difficult," soft voice mirrored, as she tried to push away the thoughts of her father. Razekiel had been accused of the most terrible things, and Clover wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to believe them. It seemed as if Micah did, and that broke her heart. Could her father really be such a cruel hearted man? Was he capable of killing Clover’s own sister, let alone the alphas of Juniper Peace? She did not often think of these things for they weighted her heart, and Clover found herself blinking to dispel the collecting dampness amongst pale straw. Sirius would not see her cry. She would not allow herself to become so weak. Though she wanted Sirius to be her savior, she wasn’t quite ready to become that vulnerable. Clover simply did not want to go there.

His words helped Clover climb out of the sadness of her own thoughts, and she was able to blink away the pending tears for certain. Her gaze then went again to the man’s face, studying the olive she had grown to like so much over this short interaction and the dark locks that framed his features. The only way to describe him was devilishly handsome, for there was an edge to those inviting features; a sharpness, which perhaps contributed to that sense of danger Clover had been considering.

"You’re alone?" She spoke timidly, for she was afraid that even though she had surpassed the tears, that the emotion would linger in her voice enough to break it. It seemed, however, as if she would be alright. Though she intended to pry further, his sudden change in topic once again inspired the bloom of rose along her cheekbones and Clover dipped her head just a fraction, so that her waves tumbled forward just slightly. "You flatter me, love," and she daringly lifted a hand to graze his amongst her waves, before both let their fingers fall away. That brush sprung butterflies to life; if only he knew.

"So soon?" Though his gaze had been averted from her, Clover did not waste the opportunity to look at him. Her gaze studied the powerful line of his jaw, wondering what it was that he was thinking now. If he was alone in the mountains, why must he leave her now? "I’d be lost without my savior," she spoke then, the playful tease of her words punctuated by another coy smile. She wanted anything to lure him to stay, but the Inferni coyote feared that the handsome man would soon slip from her grasp.

What would her sisters think if she suddenly disappeared deeper into the mountains with this mysterious man? Would they miss her? She entertained thoughts, but they did not last long. She was sure it was all just childish fantasy, of course.

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