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Days were pleasant when spent in loneliness. Lillith still glimmered brilliantly with her absence, and it never occurred to the chaotic man that he should set out and look for her. Lillith would not be found unless she wanted to be, and she always seemed to make him come to her those times. No, he respected her privacy. Their relationship was still a shy bud that had yet to bloom into a final result. The chocolate and cream Lilium did not know where he had her, but she was definitely his partner in crime. Oh, and what a magnificent partner she was. It was pleasant. She had shown him the open door to an odd freedom he had never dreamed of while still being in the leadership of one of ‘Soul’s packs. For this, he was forever grateful. He had yet to ask her exactly what she got out of all of this. Of course, he and that dark woman were meant to be together, but where were those words written? Were they written in ink or blood? There were a lot of unanswered questions that he ached to force forth answers for, but he could not do it that way. Not with Lillith.
The rabbit was still not aware of his presence, and he wondered if it ever got the opportunity to be so, because a set of jaws and a snap instantly resulted in a broken neck. Haku was a magnificent hunter, deadly silent and unnaturally fast when his fangs shot out to destroy. A few spasms went through the little body before it went limp. Haku quite liked to play with his food before devouring it, but not today. He was still gathering strength from that horrible fight with that terrible scarred woman. Eyes gleamed dangerously as he lingered on those memories, but there was also admiration present. She was the first woman that had stood up. Officially the first woman that had kicked his ass hard. How he would love to meet her again. The man turned around and started to pad slowly back to the cabin that he had once stolen from his ivory mother and lived in ever since he came to these lands. This was what he seemed to do nowadays. Hunt, eat and sleep.
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A black shadow moved through the foliage, swift—gone. The damp foliage was moved by its passing, and yet they did not whisper. Dew and rain that had settled upon their late summer leaves laughed with mirth in their voices as they fell, disturbed by the short-lived dance of their bearers. Upon the earth wet with precipitation, only a faint glimmer of vestiges relinquished by a body could be seen. The shadow paused. She lifted her head, the woad-banded ears erected as she listened. She listened past the soft beauty of the rain’s song for the movement of smaller creatures. But still there was nothing, and the silent huntress turned away, continuing into the dimmed light of the woods that tugged upon her soul with its simple and natural pulchritude. She moved in silence and did not disturb the songs of the world with her passing and, as in life, they did not heed her presence. The tranquil visage unmoved, a soft smile flickered within those white orbs that glinted even in the darkened day.
She paused, the ethereal fluidity of her body ceasing. The woad bound maw scented the earth and found what was sought. The rabbit had passed by not too long ago—the scent was still warm with the heat and promise of fresh blood. And she required that flesh now to feed the ever-hungry pups that were within her den. They were older now, and they understood more acutely the requests that their mother made. Already she had disciplined them on several points, but, each time, they required no second instruction. And so was not troubled with them as she hunted. Her hunts could proceed over longer periods of time, and the pups would not emerge seeking her. They understood now that she would return to feed and protect them.
Her rabbit was dead, and the blood, fresh and warm, was in the jaws of another. She could see the movement through the trees. The intensity of that white gaze did not lessen as she pressed forward, her body low and silent as he stalked through the trees. The soft breeze carried the scent from her and the trees took her sight. But, as she continued, she could see now that it was a wolf that held the hare. "Haku." The alto melody sang the familiar name as she emerged from the foliage from behind. As she would with Cercelee, she dipped her maw deeply in that formal and respectful greeting of a superior rank. The way he held himself, the way in which he stood, seemed...different. The warrior had not seen the chocolate Lilium since she had approached him the day before she had found Brennt and Corvus had found her. Much time had passed, but she was as familiar with his movements as she had been before. A different sound rang in the air as if a bell had been struck. Having approached from behind, she could not yet meet the blue gaze. As she paused behind him, the woad-marked she-wolf tilted her head by marginal, imperceptible degrees as if she commanded the silence and expected him to turn to her in response. "It has been a long time." Several moons. The Caledonian-Korean wondered if Cercelee had regaled him of what had happened, but whatever he knew did not matter, for it held no consequence for the Dahlian warrior.
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An ear flickered backwards as someone approached him. Cwmfen nic Graine’s voice suddenly sounded, speaking his name in greeting like she always did. The man stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly as she mused that it had been long time since they had had seen each other. It was true, but it could have gone much longer before he would have started to give a shit. He had heard about her pregnancy. He did not know if the sire was her father or her fucking pathetic lover, but he had not liked it. The secui turned around to look at the woman, rabbit hanging limb from his jaws. The small pests were out of her now. Well, at least they would strengthen Dahlia de Mai with time. He did not necessarily have to like it though. Those brilliantly blue orbs stared at her with indifference.
The man dropped the dead game and returned her respectful gesture with a small dip of his muzzle. He wondered what the dark female wanted. ”Indeed.” He knew he did not look his best, but the man was not too concerned about his appearance any longer. His original features were above average, and it seemed like the adding scars had not yet made needing females turn away in disgust. Besides, if Haku wanted something he usually got it one way or the other. He wanted nothing more than to return to his cabin and be left alone. Last time the black Adonis had encountered him he had been tired. Today was no different from that time, but now the exhaustion had claimed more of him, both physically and mentally.
Retribution’s scent was also present in the lands nowadays, and it angered the man beyond anything. ”I’ve noticed that your lover has returned to the lands despite my request.” he said dryly, the reluctance easily detectable in his dark voice.
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He turned. The woad bound maw was lifted from the respectful gesture and her white orbs beheld newly carved face. Mild surprise moved across the white gaze, although it was merely because she had not been expecting such a thing. It did not surprise her that Haku had engaged in battle, for such activities were natural for him. There was a hint of discontent, perhaps even a lick of envy, within the warrior who wished to know the battlefield once more. And yet, she must wait still despite the birth of her pups.
There was silence. But the silence that ensued was not one of shock or one of surprise, or indignation or fear. It was simply silent, a soundless voice with which she spoke. As she watched the larger male, the white orbs seemed to glimmer with something—an emotion perhaps, or a thought—but it was gone before it had formed a name, a shape, a colour. The tranquility seemed unmoved. "He has," the soft alto replied at length. Her white orbs continued to study him, her gaze calculating as if assessing the intensity of his rage and discontent. She had not wanted to displease Haku, but she had desired Onus’ presence and had not had the strength to travel to the dying city. "I desired his company." As I had once desired yours. That time had long since passed, killed by the Lilium before it had even blossomed within her inexperienced mind. But my desire for Onus is stronger, purer. The white orbs met the blue gaze with the effortless ease that seemed to characterize her. She wondered what occurred within the chocolate Lilium’s mind. She was not betraying him. She did not believe that that were the case. And the black fae had demonstrated her loyalty to him many times. Did he question it once more?
She took several steps forward, her movements fluid and seamless from her stillness. Their noses were a paw’s length distanced before she paused. The white orbs moved across his familiar face and noticed the unfamiliar marks. A defeat or a victory? "How did you come by these scars?" The alto song spoke as if she discussed the peculiarity of a scratch. The black fae recalled a time when she had been found wounded and Haku had come and licked her wounds. He had asked then who had done it, and he had gone to Inferni. There had been a time when their relationship had been less tenuous. Once, long ago it seemed, she had allowed him to be the first to deflower her. But now, she received only his anger, it seemed. How unfortunate it was, the Adonis thought, that such a thing was lost. But, as Dahlia’s Warrior, at least she could do the same for him as he had done for her. An attack was an attack whether he had lost or won. It depended, of course, upon who the perpetrator would be, but she could know such a thing only if he told her.
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Haku lived in a world of violence. It had been a long time since he had been without fresh cuts. Teeth wanted to flash when the female admitted that the stupidly dressed coyote again walked in and out of Dahlia as he pleased. This fact was not appreciated by the Lilium. Blue orbs hardened. Not appreciated at all. He did not fucking care about what the female desired. He saw it as a betrayal, especially because he had been forced to found out this unpleasant fact himself. Actually, it made him rather angry. Hackles slowly rose to magnify his figure. ”Well, you could have fucking mentioned that you went against my direct orders.” the man hissed between tight lips, fangs glinting slightly. To think that he once had desired this female, it only revealed how wrongly he judged some individuals by first impressions and looks. He never seemed to learn. This was why things were developing so slowly between him and his pitch black partner, Lillith. Although she knew so much that it was actually dangerous, he believed he finally had found someone with the same tasteful taint in her soul as him. Different kinds of taint, different beliefs, but two dangerous monsters nevertheless.
Her question about his new injuries was not appreciated either, as he only saw it as an intrusion on his personal life. He could have blown on the glowing cinder in the old Inferni conflict, but he wanted to seek out the one eyed female alone and without company. It was indeed personal. ”That is my business and not yours, Cwmfen.” the man said coolly, though not anywhere close to hostile. It was somewhat clear that he saw her as a disruption, and not one of the good kinds. His slowly turned towards his skull, wondering how in the world her father could have failed. The black eyed man had seemed so promising.
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The woad warrior caught the silent reactions, those rising hackles, the aggression in the air. The woad-tipped hackles upon her neck and shoulders rose instantly in response, but they were not raised to the extent of the Lilium’s. Despite her reaction, the warrior’s tranquility seemed unphased. The woad bound ears flickered at the crude language that was used with her. The white orbs hardened marginally, an imperceptible change within the flowing of that tranquil gaze. But she was silent. She had not suggested such a thing to Onus; it had been Onus who had, in the initial stages of her healing, sought Cercelee. Yet, it would have been incorrect to say that Cwmfen hadn’t desired such a thing. But Cwmfen did not say such a thing, unwilling to bring conflict between Onus and Haku and even Haku and Cercelee for her own simple desires. There was a soft breath, and yet not a sigh, that sounded softly, a susurrus lost upon the air. The white orbs considered the male as if he were a mild curiosity, a distant gaze and yet, still, not cold.
At length, the silence was broken, but she did not respond directly to the heated words of her Lilium. "Why does it displease you so," she said at last, "that he is within these boarders?" It was almost perplexing to the Adonis. While she was willing to obey the commands, and, indeed, in this case she had the permission of the Rosea herself, she found no immediate reason for Haku’s request. As when she had approached him about Svara’s attack before she had left for Halifax two moons ago, she required now to know the why. And yet, she did not think that she would stop Onus now,, for, while Onus, as she, was not made to be a parent, she did not doubt that he desired, too, to see his children.
"I do not mean to infringe upon your business. I had merely inquired." Her response was voiced in tranquil tones, impassive now. Her gaze was calm and level as she held his. "And it was a query that you need not answer." Comfortably, and willing to spare a few moments for this encounter, the warrior sat back upon her haunches, feeling the soreness that existed there. The warrior supposed, by his reaction, that the wounds had been caused by defeat. She did not comment, however, nor did she judge. Every creature, warrior or no, had their defeats. She, too, had suffered most recently from defeat.
It was apparent now that Haku did not wish for her to be present. While the warrior was accustom to keeping to herself, to be unwilling to trouble others with her presence, she lingered for a moment longer. And yet, the warrior said nothing. Silent by nature, the silence itself spoke more loudly than her words ever could. And the silence did not demand but almost seemed to command. She was leader here too. And while she knew quite well that Haku was her superior, and while she did not challenge for leadership that she did not desire, the warrior did not understand the reason for his displeasure—not the full reason. And for that single thing, the warrior was willing to press. So, the white orbs, while remembering her hunt and noting the carcass, continued to hold his gaze with expectance and patience.
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He had never been able to read the mystery woman in front of him, and today would not be any different. He wondered if she tried to understand him. He had once attempted to understand her in return, but it was now a long time since he had bothered about her. She had made her choices and in the Lilium’s eyes she had betrayed him. This was merely another betrayal. She wondered why he sometimes seemed to question her loyalty, but here was another great example of betrayal that utterly ruined whatever of trust he had for her. Did she really want to rip up in why again? Had she not seen how the idiotic superhero had treated him without respect? The Lilium bared his teeth at the third in command then, unable to control his irritation. ”Have I not made that clear? He attacked me, and you’ve seen his spiteful and impolite behaviour.” How much more reason did he need? The man had attacked him and openly let everyone know that Haku was an enemy and needed to be removed. Why could not the idiotic female understand this?
The rest of her words received no reply, as she said that he would not have to answer. He would not have anyway. He watched her sit down, and his reluctance was only strengthened. ”I met your father, he seemed like quite the interesting character.” the man suddenly said, meaning those words. He did not know what exactly had happened, but he did not know what had truly happened with the psychopath that he had met those months ago. He was fucking disappointed. He would have been so pleased to find that the oddly marked Adonis was missing. Luck and fortune was not his friends, and he wondered why the dark side never could get hold of a happy ending. The usual story about good and evil was way outdated. Haku wanted new endings.
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"You have made that clear," the quiet alto admitted, the song sung with formality. A brief silence followed. Yes, she had seen his behavior, his lack of respect toward the Lilium. It had not seemed out of place to the warrior—they were enemies, she supposed, and it was not often that enemies respected one another, she had come to understand. The woad warrior herself did show respect to enemies, but Haku.... He did not give respect in return and so he should not have expected it to be given. But the black fae did not lecture him upon such things for she believed that perhaps such beliefs were different within this society. "He has returned one of your members to Dahlia," the soft song continued, the white orbs holding the other’s gaze. "Does that not redeem him?"
The woad bound ears would have lifted in surprise had they already not been erected, and so her reaction seemed unchanged. There was a mild flicker of surprise—or was it curiosity—that moved within those white orbs. For a long moment there was silence, and it seemed as if the silence was her voice, her words that clung to ears and yet was nothing. "Interesting," the soft alto repeated, and yet the song was sung in ambiguity: neither a statement nor a question. Interesting was the least one could say, she supposed. Interesting. Even when she had been young and afraid, she had been intrigued by the crow wolf. While she had never seen another male, the girl’s instinct had been prominent. She knew that Corvus was a strong and powerful wolf, his souls so dark as to put the night to shame. And she had been wrought of that soul too.... It was that which marred her soul, that drew darkness to it, that grew intrigued by the night, that sought passions and death within it. A tainted purity.... A minor mar. Despite her dislike, her disgust, there was still intrigue flickering like a black flame within her soul. And every morning, with every Dreaming’s end, his touch was remembered by her body and made her shiver (in disgust or delight?) in the dark. Odi et amo.
The white orbs had not strayed in her thought but had held the blue gaze. They betrayed nothing that moved within her—or was here a flicker in their depths that spoke of passing memories that had been wrought even that morning? "In what manner?" She did not ask when, for that would have been irrelevant, impractical to ask. Perhaps she should have asked why, and perhaps she would, although she did not expect to receive an answer. But she asked now in what way the Lilium had found the crow-wolf ‘interesting’. It was strange enough that he had made such a comment; perhaps now he wished to speak of it. The warrior did not understand yet the purpose of this new topic, but she did not doubt that she would find the answer to that silent question.
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There were not a whole lot of individuals that Haku respected. Especially not sneaky bastards that slyly played unfair games without even announcing that a way was on. Haku had attempted to let a polite conversation rise once, but it had not been returned and the coyote had revealed what kind of lowly bastard he thought Haku to be. Haku remembered the coyote’s explanation of things well, but it had been clear that some of the rules that were written were only meant for others. Haku’s thoughts trailed back to that day where a dressed up coyote had lectured him about justice, yet he had still committed same crime as Haku had. Haku knew he failed to understand, but he could not understand how such a wicked view of justice could be commonly accepted by anyone. Why could not Cwmfen understand that Haku could not accept one of his enemies wandering freely around in his lands?
When the female replied that he had already made his points clear, he wanted to lose it. It was a shame that he was so controlled still, because the woman screamed for him to unleash that rage. ”Then why the fuck ask me if you are already aware of my issues.” the man rumbled warningly, far from willing to dance around in that pointless circle like they now did. Nothing could redeem the masked coyote, and especially not returning Cwmfen. Haku’s body did not betray the mind; he was still carved out of that dark ice. ”No, and if I see him, I will do my best to ensure that he will exist no more.” There was threat within those words. Not entirely directed at her, but if he saw that clown around, he knew that the demon would demand more bloodshed, and this time until death was to take one of them down under.
The sudden comment about the meeting with her father had been a fleeting impulse that he right now decided that he did not wish to continue. That would mean exchanging more words with her, and he could not bare that. His distaste was getting too much. If she had not been Dahlian and so high up in the hierarchy, then she would have been long dead by now. He was sure of it. His eyes finally fell away from her black form. He did not want to be in her presence anymore. His eyes sought the fat rabbit. Once he had enjoyed cooking, but everything was devoured raw nowadays.
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Her reply was met simply with a warning from the chocolate Lilium. "All things are subject to change," the calm words of the warrior replied. "Nothing is constant, not even time." The tranquility with which she sang made the comment seem almost irrelevant. The white orbs found the blue gaze, watching him, considering him. She felt in the air the darkness that intrigued her and yet she did not receive it. The anger made it bitter, made the darkness wild like fire. Cercelee had held the Raven Dreamer’s life with worth, but she was not troubled that her life seemed to mean so little to him. Her life, as warrior, could end at any moment, Death more hungrily at the warrior’s heels than at the heels of others. The eyes without pupils did not betray the spark that was struck within her quiet soul, did not betray the slight ripple that was made within the calm waters of her marred soul.
Her posture did not change. She did not bristle in response. The impassivity of that tranquility was unmoved. And yet...her voice seemed to change. It was not the voice, perhaps, but the belligerent song that sang its own warning in the silence that preceded, in the silence between each word, in the silence that proceeded. "You will consult me first." The warning rang in the silence of the air, but her voice had been quiet, that a lot melody almost obediently so—and yet, a command it seemed that was given. The white orbs held steadily, easily that blue gaze. As with the meaning of all things, she spoke ambiguously. Consult. It held many meanings, and, for the warrior who spoke with peculiar intent, many more. Whether the consulting would be verbal or physical, whether she would be present at the coyote’s side or not was not specified because she did not know what situation would present itself. But she knew what she would do, the warrior’s mind, as it was meant to do, considering many possibilities, many scenarios, and resolving each with that deadly precision. The woad marked fae did not expect a reply, a verification. She simply expected. It was a rare occasion in which she broke the binds of hierarchy, but, as always, she did not do so lightly.
"But you will not see him." That tranquil melody was certain. Unless Onus wished to be found, the Lilium would not find him. It had been understood, from the word of Cercelee and from her own silence, that Onus was not to be found by the other members of Dahlia for many reasons. But, most of all, he was not to be found by Haku. Cwmfen was counting on that. She did not deny the possibility, for the natures of both the Lilium and the vigilante were of such that they would one day meet and clash as the inseparable waves of magnetism within rocks. But the warrior did not wish for such a thing to occur. Yet, she had no power over the Fated. She was a simple drop of rain within a river that flowed eternally.
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If he had cared more he would maybe be surprised at the maze she seemed to want to lead him into. Not by intention of course, but the Lilium’s ears could only hear words contradicting themselves from past sentences. Things could be subjects to change, but once again she disappointed him by revealing that she did not know him at all. Some things, yes. Hate and loathing lasted on forever and would always burn in the man’s hollowing soul. He wanted to kill a little bit more for every day that strode past. The ghosts and shadowy demons around him did not reveal themselves as often as they once had, but he was certain that this fact could not be considered a fortunate thing. His vision was edged with a dull hint of red. Of blood and surrender. While he loathed bowing his head for other creatures (especially worthless ones) there was one master that he willingly followed. Corvus Vendetta had not recognized the characteristics of the taint, but so neither had Haku Soul, the vessel for the ninth.
Her warning was not well received. Red flames seemed to dance warningly in those sky blue orbs of the Lilium, but he made no threatening move for her, although perhaps that was what he would have most wanted. ”I will drink his blood and eat his flesh. I might bring you his head so that you can have something to remember him by though, because that's how nice I am.” the man said, voice so hollow that it would be a wonder if there was a mortal soul behind those poisonous eyes. She had failed him. The secui’s jaws found the fat rabbit by his feet, and he ignored the woman’s next words. Onus was not as invincible and invisible as they all thought. Haku had spent years practicing his hunting and tracking skills. Lately he had had much more interesting things to keep him occupied. One day though, he would track the bastard down and destroy his body. Her children too. Haku turned to leave, longed for the tranquility within the quiet cabin where he could be left alone.
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