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- Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 07-11-2011 ((Playing as Deuce Rhiannon. Set on Halcyon Mountain Perhaps just before Soran arrived back?)) She had left her little daughter Sora with Budha. She'd told him she needed a break, and that she'd be gone for a short while. She wanted to know what had become of everyone. Noah, Tal, Lucifer. All of them had left. She knew Lucifer had gone mad with drugs and was no longer the male she'd loved, nor had he been in a very long time. She followed the mountains up, leaving the lands she was living in and making her way up to Nova Scotia. Seeing familiar landmarks caused her heart to race. The Halycon Mountains. On the back side would be the old territories, burnt and useless. But on this side? On this side the heady scent of green arose. The woman stood tall, her scars and torn ear forgotten. She felt young again. The heavy scent of something portentous came to her. Something would happen to change her life. Something would happen to her, that would change how she viewed the world. She stopped, swallowing. Her age suddenly weighed on her. She'd come a long way since she'd left. How long had it been? She wasn't sure. Would anyone even recognize her? Would her pack still be there? She regretted leaving them now, even missed Jefferson and his cranky ways. She missed her family and her friends. She wondered idely of the others she'd left behind, if they missed her or if they even remembered her. Naniko. Her adopted children, Jasper and Colibri. She sat on a fallen log, feeling suddenly lightheaded. What had possessed her to come here? What if she decided she wanted to stay? What if she didn't stay, what if she returned to find out Adelio had finished what he'd started and killed Sora? She shouldn't have left her daughter behind, she should have insisted that Sora and Budha accompany her. She took in a slow deep breath. Whatever happened would happen. She would find out what she needed to know, and then she would return to Unwritten, to her daughter and her friend Budha. Little Sora...the child was named after an old flame. Soran. The white woman thought of her former mate often. She missed the dark lady, though she knew not where she was. She sighed the woman's name, wishing the breeze would carry it to her ears somehow. "Soran...." - Soran Aatte - 07-15-2011 [html]
- Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 07-19-2011 ((Sounds good to me Sorry for the shortness.)) The voice, and Deuce looked up. Her bi-colored eyes widened as she met the deep green eyes of the woman she'd thought long gone. She stood slowly, her eyes not leaving the face of the woman she'd loved. Still loved, if truth be told. She walked close enough to Soran that she could feel the body heat from the dark femme. She licked her lips, drawing in deep breaths. She let her hand drift up and rest against the female's cheek, her long fingers resting easily against the face she knew so well. She stared into the woman's eyes, her throat too tight to speak. Both hands now traced the curves of Soran's face and shoulder, moving restlessly as though to re-memorize the subtle curves of the body under them. Her fingers found the chain to the pentagram, and she let her fingertip caress the smooth well-worn trinket. She laughed then and pulled Soran into a tight hug. She didn't want to let go of the woman, for fear she would vanish. "Oh, Soran...I've missed you so much." - Soran Aatte - 07-22-2011 [html] I think these two are so cute The ebony lady stood there, frozen, motionless, her eyes roaming over her former mate, her gaze tracing every curve, every line of the pale woman she so loved. She was drinking her in, absorbing her, committing every single change to memory, so that she would always remember her pale lady perfectly. She took deep breaths, filling her nostrils with Deuce's scent, it had changed over the time the had spent apart, but it was still unmistakably her, this knowledge made the ebony lady's heart found in her chest. It was her, it had to be her, no-one could emulate that scent, no-one would be able to fake it so perfectly. It truley was her standing before her, so many memories raced through the obsidian loner's mind, the pair of them entwined together, falling asleep in one another's arms, the scent of Deuce's fur, the taste, the texture. She found herself reaching out to the fae at the same moment she reached out to her, tracing the lines of her face with her fingertips, stroking her pale cheek with more warmth and affection than the dark lady was aware she was capable of feeling anymore. All of a sudden she was pulled into a warm embrace, for a moment she stood, frozen, still not quite believing that this was happening to her, but all at once her muscles seemed to wake up, her arms wrapping around Deuce and latching onto her tight. She buried her snout in the lady's soft pale fur, relishing in the smell and feel of it against her face again. It was home, for so long she had been wandering looking for a home, and now here it was, right before her. She clutched the woman tightly, emitting a happy whimper at the sound of her former lover's voice. - Taliesin Dir Rhiannon - 08-09-2011 So long. It had been so very long. She didn't even know where to begin. And yet, it seemed as though they had never parted. She clung to Soran's hand, her frame trembling with joy. The horrors of the past years receeded into the back of her mind as she tried to decide where to start. "So long...I really don't know where to start. I've been living in Michigan, down on Lake Michigan, actually. I have a daughter, her name is Sora. Sora Daemon Rhiannon. Her father is dead. She had two brothers, but they were killed. Thats where the newer scar came from, and the one on my arm. When I'm in Lupus form I have a bad limp, it never healed right." She danced a finger over the jagged scar, where the fur refused to grow back. She shrugged. "I may have failed my boys, but I saved Sora, at least. I named her in your memory. She's sweet, looks just like little Willow. I never found Willow...Tal and Noah said they searched everywhere but they never found her either." Her mis-matched eyes went distant, then returned to Soran. "Enough of my past...where have you been, beloved?" Things could have been so different...if only the two females could have stayed together, instead of Soran vanishing after her rape. The two women would have been perfect for eachother. deuce never would have fallen to drinking. Soran could have even convinced Deuce to stay when Iskata had named Jefferson her sucessor. If only things had worked. |