12-17-2007, 12:15 PM
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Deuce stirred. Somewhere a familiar voice called to her from the safety of her confines. She sat up groggily, having done a lot of sleeping since the misscarriage and death of Shadow. She was deeply depressed now, to deep to even think straight, if at all. She'd shifted down, into the four legged from she was born with, rather than staying shifted. It felt like there ws less pain to deal with that way.
She stood, made her way out of the thicket he was sleeping in. She didn't want the pack to see her this way; she knew it frightened Lucifer, when he couldn't find her in the den. She didn't care; she was emotionally numb from tip of the nose to tip of the tail. And in this cold weather, she was soon physically numb took, not that she noticed, or cared.
A white wolf stood there. She blinked lazilly, trying to figure him out. A name moved slowly into the haze of memory. pilot. Dierdre's mate. She'd stopped moving; she started again. She moved to within a few foot af him, materializing like a ghost. She opened her mouth to speak, discovered her voice didn't work so well. She closed her mouth, swallowed and tried again. Hey, pilot.