08-08-2009, 03:06 PM
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I pray to you
Slay is... Cercelee did not even attempt to hide the concern on her face, her eyes told the whole story. Slay had healed physically but aside from the occasional hunting excursion to feed their four remaining hungry mouths the male never left their shared bedroom, and even those rare hunting trips were becoming farther and further in between. The love of her life had become unresponsive and closed off, and though Cercelee tried to be supportive she found it more trying everyday. He didn't want to talk about any of it, he couldn't come up with excuses for his behavior and the best Cercelee could do was ignore it and curl up beside him in bed every night. Although the unhappiness was clear painted on her face, her words were the generic answer, her tone indicating she didn't wish to hand out details just yet. Not because she did not wish to confide in Cwmfen, but only that it exhausted her merely thinking of it.Slay is okay. Cercelee was glad to turn the talk to Cwmfen, even if her situation had been just as traumatic if not more so. Cwmfen looked well enough, and perhaps the raven warrior would carry mental or emotional scars at least she was out. Outside and functioning, back at her old jobs already despite the recent ordeal and new physical burden she carried. Cercelee felt a little angry at this, not that Cwmfen had seemingly suffered no life stopping issue, but that Slay whose attack hadn't been nearly as brutal was. Her mate was non-existent emotionally and mentally, and his physical body brought her no joy without his happy go lucky self to accompany it. Although she knew she should rejoice at Cwmfen's recovery, she couldn't help but focus on bitter feelings surround Slay, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore them. Cercelee's smile quickly became a frown at Cwmfen's words of thanks. It wasn't that Cwmfen had failed in thanking Cercelee in a timely fashion, it was in actuality that Cercelee had failed Cwmfen. I should have come to you sooner. Her voice, her body posture, her face, everything about her was apologetic. Partly it had been that she was afraid to see any lasting damage done to her friend, partly it was that she was so drained from her own life she barely had the strength to leave her own home now but despite either reason Cercelee should have been stronger. She had failed and briefly she lowered her head apologetically to Cwmfen. Though I don't know who you are
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