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- Leroy - 04-12-2009 [html]
[/html] - Svara Thames - 04-13-2009 [html] She'd come to make right what she had broken. Svara knew she screwed things up a lot. Like bringing Leroy into Haku's Cabin, it had been a wrong choice, she would have taken it back, but she hadn't known any better at the time. Back only those few months ago she had wanted her first real time too be some where that felt like home. She had expected or thought about anyone else when she had done it. Her fault was her selfishness and her pride. Svara knew it, but it was hard to fix it. Her long red hair was held into a high pony tail, like it always was now. It kept it out of her eyes. She had worn the red cloth today. Wrapped the scarlett around her eyes so Leroy wouldn't have to look at the hidious scars, she was sure they were ghastly. It hurt to think about the scars to much, or the fact she was blind, sometimes she forgot about being blind, went about her life like she had been like this forever. Her staff wasn't in her hand today, she didn't want to seem weak and helpless around the husky male either. She felt like an idiot because she carried a staff so not to walk into something. Of course she could use her one good eye, but it hurt her head sometimes, and she would rather get used to being fully blind. Lifting her nose to the air she scented him. His scent sent sparks of excitment through her body and the need to hold him was rising in her chest. She remembered how their last encounter had come out. A rough sigh escaped her. She had wanted to make sure he would stay of Dahlia lands, because she couldn't protect him like this, hell she would probably take any beating the pack could dish out to keep him out of it. She deserved it anyways. Grinding her teeth she began walking towards his scent. The smell got stronger teasing her nose and body.
"Leroy!." She called out for him stopped some 100 feet away standing like she owned the ground she walked on. Even with a red cloth wrapped around her eyes there was an air of determination around her and knowing. "I've come to tell you that I'm a bitch. And I want to make it up to you." She said loud enough to be heard, but not to be shouting. Her body felt cold even though the air was perfect tempature. For the last couple of weeks she had ached to touch him, and here she was ready to explain herself even rip her pride up to make up for the bad she had done him. "Leroy, I'm sorry." - Leroy - 04-13-2009 [html]
[/html] - Svara Thames - 04-13-2009 [html]
OOC: She actually didn't have the staff, but I'm just gonna give it to her now ^-^ sorry for the confusion She could feel him near her. His strength and passion. A part of her wanted desprately to see him, but she knew that some things were just to much to ask for. It was amazing how much one could loose in the small amount of time she had lost so much. She saw the other part of it though, the good of her pack and her lover. She had come here to ask more of him. He didn't know it yet, but that was what she was here for. It was what she planned on making up to him, weather he wanted it she wasn't sure. Finally he spoke making her grin the same arrogant smile she always gave him when he said something that made her happy. He had no reason to apologize and she would berate him later for it. He never had to tell her he was sorry, because to her everything he did was perfect and it was him and it was what made her love him. Taking a deep breath she wished he would touch her. His touch always made things better, it was amazing really. She loved Haku, and yes she would probably have sex with him if he gave her the chance, but in the end it was just sex and it wasn't what she had been looking for since her father died. "Don't ever say your sorry to me male. You are perfect the way you are, and I wouldn't be with you if I didn't love who you are faults and all. So don't you bloody ever say sorry to me again, because that would be an insult to me." She said in a voice that was more women than child. Her hand gripped the staff she held as she remembered her father before he had died. A sad smile curled her lips as she thought back to a time when he had sang to her the lyrics dancing in her mind, perfect for this moment of her life.
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all The blind she wolf sighed and a tear slipped from her eye, she was sure he wouldn't see it because of the cloth. "If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?" She whispered one of the lines of the song. Taking back her composure she took of her hands behind her head and untied the red cloth and let it fall into that hand. Her one good eye looked at him, he was blurred and unfocused some of the color had returned and she was thankful for it. Taking a deep breath Svara stepped closer to him touching his chest with a tenderness as she leaned her head on his sternum.
"Leroy I've come to ask you to come home with me. Be my mate." She she wolfs voice was husky, but strong. Pulling back she moved to the iteam she had brought with her to give him she lifted a necklace up to him. On a scarlet red ribbon was a charm of a dragon. "Will you take me the bitch of bitches and forgive me for doing nothing but hurting you?" There was a strength in her voice as she looked at him. He was her greatest weakness, he alone could make her a descent person. - Leroy - 04-13-2009 [html]
[/html] - Svara Thames - 04-13-2009 [html]
Smiling at him she could feel his heart in his chest. No she couldn't see him perfectly, but who carred when she could feel his heart? It was what made her so different from her mother. She was prideful and foolish, but she could love, something her mother couldn't do. Her ears flicked back as she moved her scarred face to look at the land around her thinking. Taking in a deep breath she spoke. "I'll sacrifice my pride if I have to." She had already had to since being blind. Sighing she pushed her bangs back in as a tick. "If I have to I'll give up my pack." the words burned coming out of her mouth, her throat tightened and her stomach turned. Leaving Dahlia felt like loosing a peice of herself, some how she thought it might be more to her then even her sight. A weak smile came to the grils maw as she looked at him. He was worth it. There wasn't much you could gain with out pain. If she couldn't convince her Rosea then she would leave. Svara kept from cringing, tried not to think about that bad out come. Leroy washed away the thoughts as he picked her up, her staff dropped to the ground with the sudden action. Her arms flew around his neck for balance. Laughing she held onto him as he brought her to his new house. Maybe she could dream. Maybe dreams were for fools? ooco you want to go on with this thread?
- Leroy - 04-13-2009 [html]
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