Shadows of the Past

Yi TaeKyung · 07-29-2011, 04:15 PM

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Thanks for being patient! ^w^;; <333
WC: 615

The black fae offered only a curt nod to the black male’s response. She said nothing for what seemed like a great deal of time. Instead, the white orbs flickered over the dark male’s body, noting the structure of bone and muscle of his natural shape. He was lean, although that was not to say that he was weak. To the contrary it seemed as if that lanky body had strength of any healthy wolf. She couldn’t tell by merely looking whether he disciplined his muscles at all—although she suspected that he did not train as she did. Her life revolved about Taekwondo, about the spirit of fighting. Her souls should have been pure and clean, and yet it remained tainted, doomed, it seemed, to delve deeper into the obsidian furls of a dreamless dream.

But what had Barrett done? She wondered if he had killed someone. No, she decided. A pack would not tolerate such a thing. And yet, here he was, away from the packlands. Alone. Curiosity grew within the female, but her cultured personality, however imperceptible, kept her voice in silence. And the silence seemed to ensue as the black female remained silent. At length, Barrett himself broke the silence one more. The first part she understood, but the second she had difficulty with. He had a place...in this city? He lived here too...? That was strange to the Korean hybrid, but she did not comment save for a brief, imperceptible tilt of her dark crania. It was to the main topic that she replied. “Yoo doo suhm-ssing, buh-teu yoo....” the alto began as she trailed off in thought. What was the word she sought? She could not say it in English. “후회…유감.” Of course he wouldn’t understand. She sighed, pausing and regrouping her thoughts in order to translate to her best ability. “Yoo wahn-teu naht doo?” She hoped it would get her question across.

The Jindo hybrid shook her head. “Noh li-beu lah-ekk dat,” the alto voice seemed to admonish. “Noh goo-deu” The black fae tried her best to live her own life without regret. Thus far, although she missed the lands of her birth, she did not regret being in this place, as culturally difficult as it was. Even though her soul delved into darkness uncontrollably, almost as if the hand of a ghost drew her soul down to the darkness of deep-earth, the woman did not regret. As long as she could fight, she did not regret.

The black ears lifted at his question, as if the suggestion was a surprise—and yet the white orbs seemed impassive. “Noh, noh!” The Jindo-wolf countered. “TaeKyung not li-beu he-ulr. Li-beu noh-welr.” The strange mirthless smile faintly touched the foreigner’s lips. She had not yet found a pack, nor had she settled upon a home. She simply wandered—a true lone wolf—still searching for something that she had not yet found. This place, the city, it reminded her of Korea but it was not the same. Korea’s concrete jungles were vast and tall, somehow more alive than this dead place. Suddenly, fluidly, the black fae rose from her sinewy haunches and moved beyond the male, her black tail raised as if displaying dominance. A sidelong glance was spared for the male as she chose to leave, relinquishing, or now, the brand that she had found. “Leht-seu goh!”

She led the male back into the streets. She did not know where they would go, but the clean air was better than the dusty building. Her black claws scraped the pavement mercilessly as if searching for a weak point. “Yoo li-beu he-ulr,” she stated, remembering what he had said. “Shoh me.”

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