♥The days were growing colder and colder. Ever since Orin's outburst about Taliesin being evil incarnate and the like, Sky had been uneasy and unsettled. She still wasn't ready to let him come back home, but he was back amongst the territory now at least... or maybe, unfortunately?
Ugh! Damn it, Orin, you've got me all confused now! The purple haired woman shook her head, growling in protest at her mixed thoughts. Taliesin was her mate, not the enemy. But Liam had been her step-son... as well as the enemy? So did that mean that Taliesin, just because his father was Lucifer, could prove to be a murderer and rapist as well? Did genes really make the man?
And if so, what of their children? A cold fear settled into her chest and she kicked her heels into Queen's sides to speed up the walk.
She'd been riding her mare for the last half hour now, patrolling around the borders with a vicious little bobcat and a stubborn, kicking mare as her only real protection. She wasn't afraid, though. The dangers thus far had come from inside the pack, inside Thornbury and even so, there was nothing the witch doctor had to fear. If danger came, Sanja would find a way to protect her. Simple as that.
She was rounding the corner towards Flanders Feilds when a call was heard over the wind. It came from Berwick border, which meant someone had wandered into the little town d'Arte was slowly claiming for themselves. Curious and bound by duty to check it out, she clicked her split tongue and Queen rode off at a quicker pace in the direction of the caller.
Pregnant as she was, she still rode facing forward and she wasn't afraid to bounce around a little. Even though she'd lost her first litter, she could feel these ones growing nice and strong, which meant good things for them. She didn't have to worry so much. So when she arrived at the border where the mixed male stood, it was at an even trot. She woahed Queen to a stop and eyed the blue-eyed male from her spot atop the mare, her posture instantly becoming dominant and weary.
You've found Cercatori d'Arte's borders. My name's Sky Katruk. She used her original name, still unsure of whether or not she could even consider herself a Rhiannon now. What brings you by our territory? Her tone, posture, that cool stare, all suggested a high rank and her pelt did little to suggest otherwise, thick and well groomed under a tank top and jeans. She didn't need the wamrth anymore. Hot flashes did plenty to keep her toasty, even in the cold winter.
As she waited for the young man's reply, a sleepy head poked up from the saddle bags the mare wore. The bobcat, Fella, eyed the stranger curiously but made no sound. As odd as he looked curled up in a bag, one that was starting to get too small for him to do so, the sharp intelligence in his stare suggested that maybe he wasn't so harmless afterall.
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