For Whinnie
Sorry for the wait hun!



pushitinThe dew-beaded grass shone with the light from the rising sun, shimmering and glittering as the rays of light touched the thin, sodden blades one by one. The dawn light was a nice contrast to the chilled wind that was blowing across the lands, gently blowing between the trees and across the ground. The ebony lady walked slowly, her dark fur fluffed up against the chill, though she was a wolf who was used to the cold today everything seemed extra chilly, the fine zephyrs of the wind were worming their way into gaps in her fur, the cool breeze touching her sides as she walked. As she neared the Phoenix valley lands she quickened her pace, her lithe limbs carrying her across the lands quickly, she was getting closer to, closer to her, her white furred angel, the beautiful fae who her heart ached for, it seemed like forever since they last met, and so the fae was venturing to see her, rushing to her lady's side.

pushitinThe lady skidded to a halt on the very borders of the lands, pacing along them, but not crossing them, after all she did not know her lady's pack and did not want to cross into their lands without permission. Soran stood there for a moment, wondering if her alabaster lady would have felt the same pull as she had this morning when she awoke, wondering if she would suddenly appear out of the lands and skid to a halt before her. The lady's jade eyes scanned the lands briefly, no sign of the familiar white-pelted female with her bi-coloured eyes, a pang of anticipation crossed the lady's chest, to believe that the pair had a mental bond was fanciful, it had been a brief fluttering thought that she knew would not be reality, but still, her lady was only metres away, somewhere within the lands, all the ebony female would have to do would be to call for her. And so she did, sitting down lightly upon the wet ground, ignoring the beads of water that were now soaking into her fur. She raised her dark head and opened her mouth, letting out a loud call, not calling for Deuce specifically, for that was not their way, hearing one another's voices was enough to pull them together.

Sorry for the wait on this hun, I honestly thought that I had already replied.



pushitinThe ebony lady was not often impatient, she would happily lay in wait for her prey to approach, she could wait for her son and daughter to return to the lands, as she wished they would, she could wait and allow time for her eldest boy to heal, to feel better, to forgive himself. And she had waited for a long time to see Deuce, but at this moment in time Soran found herself restless, the anticipation of seeing her again made her less and less patient with each passing moment. She just wanted to see her again, to hold her in her arms, even just to be near her and smell her scent, to know that she was alright, to feel that the world was right for just a little while. She did not know why it happened, but when she was near her former mate all the troubles in her world just faded away, she found herself lost in her love's presence, the troubling thoughts of her children, two lost in the world and one lost in his own head, broken and half mad, faded away, they allowed themselves to be pushed from her mind, along with the thoughts of her youngest son, the son that died by her own hands, literally. It was a nice thing, her lady's calming aura always soothed her, relaxed her.

pushitinThis was why Soran's heart fell as an unfamiliar wolf came into view, that was not her Deuce, no, the pelt was too strawberry coloured, the walk all wrong, it could almost have been Dierdre that was stepping into view, but it was not, as the fae approached Soran was sure that she did know this fae. Although the dark lady had no issue with meeting new people, her heart was filled with worry, where was Deuce? Why hadn't she come to see her? Was she ill? Was she uninterested in Soran's presence? Had she found someone new? Disappointment rested heavily upon her now, a weight in her chest, why had the female that greeted her not been the slender alabaster fae with the bi-coloured eyes? Not that she was not happy to see a new wolf, to make a potential new friend, but still, she had been waiting to see her pale former lover for what seemed like an eternity and she couldn't help but feel let down by her ex-mate not appearing to greet her.
pushitinThe strawberyy fae came closer into view and Soran carefully fixed a smile upon her face, not wanting to appear rude, yes she was upset that her pale lady had not come to find her upon hearing her howl, but that was no need to be rude to the kindly wolf who had come to greet her. Besides, perhap she was here to greet her and lead her to Deuce, or had a message from her, another fanciful dream the ebony fae feared. The younger wolf sat before Soran and spoke. The lady narrowed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember what the language she had just used was called, she knew that she had read a book or two with mentions of it before, she had even attempted to read a book solely in the language, but there were only a few words that she could pick out. Bonjour she knew though, it was hello in this language. The lady wracked her brains again, oh yes, the language was called French.
"Hello to you miss, I am Soran.” The lady said politely , fighting the urge to ask where Deuce was immediately. Her smile remained constant, despite being a little strained.