02-15-2009, 07:37 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> How're you doing? Also I read your posts about the haunted house, want some advice? pushitinSoran was lost in her memories as she wandered, pausing for just a moment to stare up at the inky sky, missing the rapture she used to feel from looking at it, even when it was as bleak as tonight's sky, the rapture she used to feel when she would lay looking up at the night with Deuce. Being lost in these thoughts she barely registered the pale beauty who walked past, barely feet from the ebony fae, close enough to walk over to and touch. The dark grandmother dismissed it as merely a figament of her imagination, after all she had done nothing all day but pine for the alabaster lady whom she had planned on sharing her life with, it was reasonable that a fevered, pained mind would try and ease it's own suffering by projecting the object of it's desires upon the landscape. And so she had appeared and walked past, and that was it, the dark fae had expected nothing more, especially from her own cruel mind's hallucinations, after all it taunted her with cruel dreams of the son she had killed and his evil father, why not taunt her by placing the fae who had left a hole in her heart just out of her reach, and have her walk away without a word? Soran wondered momentarily if she was dreaming, she could have fallen asleep without realising, if that was the case she should be ready to have Hollow skip into view any moment now, to taunt her even more. pushitinBut as Soran mused over this she noticed that the white form had not moved too far away, she had expected her to fade like a ghost into the night, as was typical with hallucinations, or so she thought, but no, there she stood, substanstial, even solid-looking from where the ebony lady stood, what a clever mind she had, to create something that looked touchable, to disappoint her further when she found that she faded to smoke in the instant she dared move towards her. So there the fae stood, her eyes now fixed upon Deuce, not even noticing the small pup by her feet until the little yips brought her from her reverie. The dark lady looked down, a small smile playing on her lips now, despite the fact that the small pup was barking at her, almost as if it was trying to drive her from the lands, but seeing a pup yip at her brought a smile to her face regardless, she wondered briefly if her grandchildren did the same, if they yipped and chased at strange wolves that came into the lands, she certainly hoped not, it would be rude not to welcome them into their little family. pushitinAll thoughts of her own grandchildren, little Haven, Salem, Brooklyn and Mati, ceased though as a familiar voice cut through the night. Soran's heart stopped for a moment, skipping a beat as the voice spoke her own name, and slowly she lifted her head to the approaching form of her former mate. had there not been a small pup still bounding around her ankles she would have been certain that it was most definately a dream, a hallucination, afterall, one did not just find themselves standing before their missing former mate, the wolf who still held her heart purely by chance, it was too lucky. "Deuce, this is where you've been.” Soran spoke as she moved, stepping forwards rapidly to embrace her former lover. |