08-17-2011, 05:45 PM
((WC: 5+))((Set on the 19th))
She'd found the manor, just as she'd been told she would. What had possessed the pale woman to come to this pack, instead of returning to Phoenix Valley? Perhaps it was the strong scent of Jazper. He'd been so dedicated to this pack when she'd left, so very long ago. She walked up the stairs, pausing to study each room, her bi-colored eyes already drooping.
Until...that scent. Her eyes widened. She touched the crude scratches on the door warily, as if in a dream. S-O-R-A-N. The name brought up the memory of jade eyes. They were eyes she remembered so well, as if it had been just yesterday she'd peered into them. It had been just yesterday. It had been a lifetime ago. Deuce searched her memory. Had it been before the great fire, or after? It had been so long...
Fingers drifted over the letters tenderly. Was the woman in there? Would she remember her? Or would she scorn the pale femme? Deuce bit a her lip. She was travel stained and weary. She should rest. The idea of seeing Soran, though... it had her heart racing faster than she thought it could. She licked her lips, hesitating. As if of its own will, her hand shaped a fist, politely knocking. The woman ran a trembling hand through her mane, fingers teasing out a knot. She should have rested first, but the name carved into the door, the scent so fresh, so achingly familiar.... she couldn't have slept now if she'd wanted to.
She waited, still as an ivory statue, her hand the only thing moving, the only thing that possessed the energy to move, still plucking at the small knot in her hair. Her mind drifted back in time, back before Lucifer, before Haku. Back to when it was only the two of the laying in each-others arms, whispering of their love as the pups slept nearby. Dierdre had hated that her mother wasn't with Thanos, yes, but in time would she have accepted Soran as another mother? In many ways, Conri had accepted her as his mother. Deuce wished so much had never taken place. She wished she'd never left these lands, wished she'd never started drinking.
She'd given up drinking for good. Hadn't had a drop since Lucifer had forced her to drink. The thought of the things Lucifer had done to her in Plateau made her feel ill. The thought of the 'medicine' he'd forced on her made her feel ill. To think, she hadn't had the courage to shake off his control until she witnessed him beating Noah... she hated Lucifer deeply. She would be horrified and guilty when she learned what had happened not so long ago at Lucifer's hands.
Deuce pulled her mind away from the past, moistening her lips with a nervous lick. How long had she waited? Was it too soon to knock again? She drew in a slow deep breath, her knees quaking. Her hand drifted up again, knocking lightly. She shifted the light weight of her satchel, nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously.
She'd found the manor, just as she'd been told she would. What had possessed the pale woman to come to this pack, instead of returning to Phoenix Valley? Perhaps it was the strong scent of Jazper. He'd been so dedicated to this pack when she'd left, so very long ago. She walked up the stairs, pausing to study each room, her bi-colored eyes already drooping.
Until...that scent. Her eyes widened. She touched the crude scratches on the door warily, as if in a dream. S-O-R-A-N. The name brought up the memory of jade eyes. They were eyes she remembered so well, as if it had been just yesterday she'd peered into them. It had been just yesterday. It had been a lifetime ago. Deuce searched her memory. Had it been before the great fire, or after? It had been so long...
Fingers drifted over the letters tenderly. Was the woman in there? Would she remember her? Or would she scorn the pale femme? Deuce bit a her lip. She was travel stained and weary. She should rest. The idea of seeing Soran, though... it had her heart racing faster than she thought it could. She licked her lips, hesitating. As if of its own will, her hand shaped a fist, politely knocking. The woman ran a trembling hand through her mane, fingers teasing out a knot. She should have rested first, but the name carved into the door, the scent so fresh, so achingly familiar.... she couldn't have slept now if she'd wanted to.
She waited, still as an ivory statue, her hand the only thing moving, the only thing that possessed the energy to move, still plucking at the small knot in her hair. Her mind drifted back in time, back before Lucifer, before Haku. Back to when it was only the two of the laying in each-others arms, whispering of their love as the pups slept nearby. Dierdre had hated that her mother wasn't with Thanos, yes, but in time would she have accepted Soran as another mother? In many ways, Conri had accepted her as his mother. Deuce wished so much had never taken place. She wished she'd never left these lands, wished she'd never started drinking.
She'd given up drinking for good. Hadn't had a drop since Lucifer had forced her to drink. The thought of the things Lucifer had done to her in Plateau made her feel ill. The thought of the 'medicine' he'd forced on her made her feel ill. To think, she hadn't had the courage to shake off his control until she witnessed him beating Noah... she hated Lucifer deeply. She would be horrified and guilty when she learned what had happened not so long ago at Lucifer's hands.
Deuce pulled her mind away from the past, moistening her lips with a nervous lick. How long had she waited? Was it too soon to knock again? She drew in a slow deep breath, her knees quaking. Her hand drifted up again, knocking lightly. She shifted the light weight of her satchel, nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously.