12-09-2009, 11:04 AM
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Kol had been in the middle of reading a lengthy Shakespearean soliloquy when the call rang out. The unmistakable voice of Dahlia's demonic Lilium pierced the air like a siren. The black lady's ears flicked up as she raised her eyes from the well-worn bindings of Hamlet, and she took care to place it in a safe spot as she rose from the floor of the treehouse with a sigh. Elliot had gone out earlier in the day, to where Kol wasn't even sure, but it was doubtless he'd hear the call as well and meet up with her at the meeting later. Her mind empty for the immediate moment, the violet-eyed woman deftly lowered the ladder to the home she shared with her love and climbed down to the soft forest floor below.
Noting the distance between her home and the circle where most pack gatherings were held, Kol took the time to revert back to her smaller, faster lupine form before heading off toward the call. Her slender legs were set to a ground-eating trot, and it did not take her overly long to arrive. Apparently it was taking others a bit longer, for when she arrived there were only two others present at all. The first was a much bigger version of the scared little puppy Alexey had found after he'd been kidnapped by his own mother and left with some bone-headed stranger who'd let him run off on his own. Conor's handsome form and gentle face were a stark contrast to the visage of his father, and he'd obviously come a very long way since that emotional night when Alexey had finally found him.
The second attendee was the caller himself, the chocolate form of Haku standing imposingly at the head of the meeting space, very obviously without the snowy Rosea by his side. It was altogether possible she'd requested the Lilium to call this meeting ahead of schedule for her, and she would arrive once more of the pack had assembled. Something nagged at the Stormbringer's mind at the thought though, however logical that may indeed prove to be. Things had also changed in the months Kol was away from Dahlia; perhaps Cercelee had come down with some sort of illness. That could even be what this particular meeting would address.
Of course this was all speculation on Kol's part; she would surely find out soon enough. Violet eyes averted respectfully, she formed a submissive bow to her pack's second-in-command, then moved to find a place in the gathering circle comfortable enough for a long meeting, and wide enough for both herself and her flame-eyed lover to occupy, whenever he chose to arrive. From her chosen place across from Conor, she offered the growing boy a soft smile and a dip of her head in greeting. She had no idea if he knew who she was, but it didn't matter. He was a packmate, which made him a friend. He was also her best friend's closest confidante, or so she gathered by the intermingling of their scents around the house the women used to share. And that made him family, at least in Kol's mind.
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Kol had been in the middle of reading a lengthy Shakespearean soliloquy when the call rang out. The unmistakable voice of Dahlia's demonic Lilium pierced the air like a siren. The black lady's ears flicked up as she raised her eyes from the well-worn bindings of Hamlet, and she took care to place it in a safe spot as she rose from the floor of the treehouse with a sigh. Elliot had gone out earlier in the day, to where Kol wasn't even sure, but it was doubtless he'd hear the call as well and meet up with her at the meeting later. Her mind empty for the immediate moment, the violet-eyed woman deftly lowered the ladder to the home she shared with her love and climbed down to the soft forest floor below.
Noting the distance between her home and the circle where most pack gatherings were held, Kol took the time to revert back to her smaller, faster lupine form before heading off toward the call. Her slender legs were set to a ground-eating trot, and it did not take her overly long to arrive. Apparently it was taking others a bit longer, for when she arrived there were only two others present at all. The first was a much bigger version of the scared little puppy Alexey had found after he'd been kidnapped by his own mother and left with some bone-headed stranger who'd let him run off on his own. Conor's handsome form and gentle face were a stark contrast to the visage of his father, and he'd obviously come a very long way since that emotional night when Alexey had finally found him.
The second attendee was the caller himself, the chocolate form of Haku standing imposingly at the head of the meeting space, very obviously without the snowy Rosea by his side. It was altogether possible she'd requested the Lilium to call this meeting ahead of schedule for her, and she would arrive once more of the pack had assembled. Something nagged at the Stormbringer's mind at the thought though, however logical that may indeed prove to be. Things had also changed in the months Kol was away from Dahlia; perhaps Cercelee had come down with some sort of illness. That could even be what this particular meeting would address.
Of course this was all speculation on Kol's part; she would surely find out soon enough. Violet eyes averted respectfully, she formed a submissive bow to her pack's second-in-command, then moved to find a place in the gathering circle comfortable enough for a long meeting, and wide enough for both herself and her flame-eyed lover to occupy, whenever he chose to arrive. From her chosen place across from Conor, she offered the growing boy a soft smile and a dip of her head in greeting. She had no idea if he knew who she was, but it didn't matter. He was a packmate, which made him a friend. He was also her best friend's closest confidante, or so she gathered by the intermingling of their scents around the house the women used to share. And that made him family, at least in Kol's mind.
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