04-01-2009, 01:02 PM
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Obediently the chubby child climb into the hole, curling up and contenting to sleep. “Goodnight Oliver, sweetest dreams!” And he pulled the covering over the hole, smiling to himself. Yes, the child was a good one, he was proud even. Laying his head flat against the floor he could barely hear breathing on the other side, but he waited and waited, patiently and happy, until the breathing became even, shallow and nearly impossible to hear. The boy was asleep and Ly pulled himself to the side happily. Grabbing up the deer skin Whinnifred had gifted him, he made his own bed and shut his eyes, thinking about Conor and what to do about the missing child.
The loud banging startled him and he got up with a start. Steel eyes moved to the door, no one came for him so late, and certainly not so angrily. The women’s voice on the other side was unrecognizable, and he muttered to himself pulling himself up and towards the door. “Who is knock, knock, knockin’ at my door?” Lysander said this out loud, loud enough for Emwe to hear if he had awakened, and it was a signal. A signal for the child to remain quite while Lysander disposed of their visitor, who might be a threat to the child, or so Ly had told them.
Opening the door wide he came face to face with the angry women, knowing full well that she could see inside him completely empty cabin. Aside from the deer skin he had just been asleep on, the floor, walls and everything was bare. The bulky husky stood over her, he was rather tall in his luperci form, and peered down at the dent in his door, rubbing his chin calmly. “Well now, what’s this? A midnight mistress who goes about causin’ property damage? Hmm.” His words were even, almost warm, and his eyes twinkled amusedly. What did she want?
Obediently the chubby child climb into the hole, curling up and contenting to sleep. “Goodnight Oliver, sweetest dreams!” And he pulled the covering over the hole, smiling to himself. Yes, the child was a good one, he was proud even. Laying his head flat against the floor he could barely hear breathing on the other side, but he waited and waited, patiently and happy, until the breathing became even, shallow and nearly impossible to hear. The boy was asleep and Ly pulled himself to the side happily. Grabbing up the deer skin Whinnifred had gifted him, he made his own bed and shut his eyes, thinking about Conor and what to do about the missing child.
The loud banging startled him and he got up with a start. Steel eyes moved to the door, no one came for him so late, and certainly not so angrily. The women’s voice on the other side was unrecognizable, and he muttered to himself pulling himself up and towards the door. “Who is knock, knock, knockin’ at my door?” Lysander said this out loud, loud enough for Emwe to hear if he had awakened, and it was a signal. A signal for the child to remain quite while Lysander disposed of their visitor, who might be a threat to the child, or so Ly had told them.
Opening the door wide he came face to face with the angry women, knowing full well that she could see inside him completely empty cabin. Aside from the deer skin he had just been asleep on, the floor, walls and everything was bare. The bulky husky stood over her, he was rather tall in his luperci form, and peered down at the dent in his door, rubbing his chin calmly. “Well now, what’s this? A midnight mistress who goes about causin’ property damage? Hmm.” His words were even, almost warm, and his eyes twinkled amusedly. What did she want?