06-07-2009, 04:21 PM
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Adelaida is just going to make a quick in and out post and then after a few more from you two Cer will show up.
Adelaida had been looking for him. There was some explaining she had to do, some apologizing. More than that, she just wanted him. And she had to tell him that she wanted him, because she had never said it before and certainly the green eyed male had shown her enough kindness in the past to deserve the truth. Adelaida knew it would delight him and it was his face she visualized as she searched out the male. For once she was feeling confident about this, this was going to turn out good. She just knew it.
His scent she came across rather quickly in her search and the girl couldn’t help it but her heart fluttered a little faster. It had been a long time since she had this feeling from anyone, she had forgot how it felt and her pace picked up as she began to track him. There was never any warning that anything was wrong until she was upon it all. Catalyst’s scent, Cwmfen’s scent and the strange male’s hit her all at once, but that was only after the landscape became dotted with sticky, red patches. The most dominate scent was one that did not click into her head immediately, but suddenly her heart leapt into her chest. And it wasn’t for Ril’o, for still her eyes had not adjust to the scene. Surely it was the little ward of their Rosea that had befallen a bad fortune. Children were easy targets, grown males were not. If only, if only.
When the brilliant blue eyes did focus in on the scene she was too far away to hear the two alive still speaking. Cwmfen was holding him and the child was off a bit and on automatic Adelaida crept closer, her paws drawing her somewhere she did not wish to be. When the voices were loud enough to register she stopped, stood still, and watched. His death was fresh, Adelaida could read that much, most likely these two had witnessed it and rather than sorrow, anger was the first emotion that struck her. She should have been the one sitting there, cradling the male. It should have been her that was his last thought.
And then came the soft, slow sob that escaped her. What did any of that matter? Consciously she knew she was being foolish, and it struck her then. She couldn’t be angry at them, at him. He was gone, what else were they suppose to do? They hadn’t asked to witness it. He hadn’t asked to die. Adelaida hadn’t asked for any of this. It flooded her then, and rather than take comfort in the strange female and the tiny white girl, she turned and fled, faster and faster, so that when the sobs finally did come out, loud wails, they would only hear the echos from far away.
Adelaida is just going to make a quick in and out post and then after a few more from you two Cer will show up.
Adelaida had been looking for him. There was some explaining she had to do, some apologizing. More than that, she just wanted him. And she had to tell him that she wanted him, because she had never said it before and certainly the green eyed male had shown her enough kindness in the past to deserve the truth. Adelaida knew it would delight him and it was his face she visualized as she searched out the male. For once she was feeling confident about this, this was going to turn out good. She just knew it.
His scent she came across rather quickly in her search and the girl couldn’t help it but her heart fluttered a little faster. It had been a long time since she had this feeling from anyone, she had forgot how it felt and her pace picked up as she began to track him. There was never any warning that anything was wrong until she was upon it all. Catalyst’s scent, Cwmfen’s scent and the strange male’s hit her all at once, but that was only after the landscape became dotted with sticky, red patches. The most dominate scent was one that did not click into her head immediately, but suddenly her heart leapt into her chest. And it wasn’t for Ril’o, for still her eyes had not adjust to the scene. Surely it was the little ward of their Rosea that had befallen a bad fortune. Children were easy targets, grown males were not. If only, if only.
When the brilliant blue eyes did focus in on the scene she was too far away to hear the two alive still speaking. Cwmfen was holding him and the child was off a bit and on automatic Adelaida crept closer, her paws drawing her somewhere she did not wish to be. When the voices were loud enough to register she stopped, stood still, and watched. His death was fresh, Adelaida could read that much, most likely these two had witnessed it and rather than sorrow, anger was the first emotion that struck her. She should have been the one sitting there, cradling the male. It should have been her that was his last thought.
And then came the soft, slow sob that escaped her. What did any of that matter? Consciously she knew she was being foolish, and it struck her then. She couldn’t be angry at them, at him. He was gone, what else were they suppose to do? They hadn’t asked to witness it. He hadn’t asked to die. Adelaida hadn’t asked for any of this. It flooded her then, and rather than take comfort in the strange female and the tiny white girl, she turned and fled, faster and faster, so that when the sobs finally did come out, loud wails, they would only hear the echos from far away.