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Since she had wandered that coast and caught that smell, the air was thick with the delicious aroma of her once enemy, once lover. Calling to her, singing out to her louder than any siren's song, the scent of Kaena Lykoi led her somewhere that she hadn't been expecting. A church? Kaena had never seemed to strike her as the religious type, but she knew that times changed people. She'd changed enough, and the Lykoi matron was mostly responsible for some of the biggest changes in the life. Her slow, careful gait brought her inside the door and into the main chamber. She thought that she heard something, and felt that familiar hollow in her stomach warm at the thoughts of finally, finally finding Kaena again.
As quietly as a church mouse did the ember coated wolf slip into the cemetery, her heart pounding with every step that she took. She was certain of it now, certain of the location of the coyote queen and yet, suddenly, her confidence faltered. Fatin Kali, who had long since lost the ability to fear was now unsure how Kaena was going to receive her. In the midst of their love, Fatin had still retained another male in her life, as had Kaena. While those facts should have made the incessant canter of her heart to Kaena's name stop, it did not. Still, her blood was singing for the coyote, and she felt her pulse as dangerously dancing as any time she had stood in the female's quarters. She ducked behind the bust of an angel, her hair curling gently around her shoulders in luxurious waves of burning amber. She was nervous! It almost drew a laugh from the depths of her soul, to think that she should be scared - and scared of what? Mustering up her courage, she decided to just take the chance and if Kaena no longer wanted to share her company, so be it. She wouldn't fight.
She took her time to approach where Kaena was standing, her eyes tracing the coyotes figure even as her back was to her. She smiled, the memories of everything so unlikely and beautiful that they had been flooding back into her mind, as if she hadn't recounted them countless times in their dreams. She still fancied that she could taste her. "Grave robbing is far, far beneath you my dear."
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This beautiful table was by Nyika![/html]
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