12-05-2007, 01:20 AM
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Seasons had come, and seasons had left, and Fatin was still there. She was always still there. A litany of lovers, a litany of people who had gone on, and she couldn't say how she felt about many of them. Her heart ached for Kaena.....whereas the thought of Ravesque made her blood boil. How was that possible? The more time she spent considering the loves she had lost from the summer before, the harder it was for her to confirm her emotions for either. She loved Kaena, that much had been true - the fire she felt when they merely touched had told her more than she ever needed. But Kaena was gone. Vanished. Gabriel was left in her wake, a boy Fatin was proud of, yet had no ties to beyond his mother. She felt, for the first time in a long time, that Inferni was a stable ally for Jaded Shadows, and the same was true of the Mountain pack for the Coyote clan. How strange that not two years ago she had feared the mere sight of a coyote. A call caught her off guard, it was unfamiliar but had the overtones of a commanding voice. Flicking an ear in slight annoyance at having the leave the warmth of her den, she stood and gathered the golden shawl to pull around her shoulders as a slight protection against the cold. her father's blood served her well to make her hearty against the chill, but it was still uncomfortable outside. She found the male sitting at their borders and surveyed him casually, expecting him to have a purpose since he had called them, not just waited. The scent of Storm, which she associated with Phasma mostly, was thick in his coat and so she did not expect he was seeking a home. Yes? She said carefully, tail brushing the edge of her leg, her amber hair spilling luxuriously against her shoulders. If he was smart, he would never get used to being a leader. Another would rise and take his place, or the pack would find him unfit if he became lazy in his task. Fatin never took on the commanding persona she saw in so many other leaders, she, like Mordulin, saw the pack more as an extension of family than a clan she commanded. It had found them loyalty through the years that not many could boast of. It was those deep rooted families that fed their numbers, like the Sadiras of Clouded Tears and the Lykoi's of Inferni. For Jaded Shadows, it was the Nakado-Kali's and the Aika's. Waiting for his response, the woman drank in his appearance, memorizing it. He smelled, ever so faintly, of Gabriel and another coyote, and it gave her some hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was not going to be an unpleasant encounter. |