08-02-2009, 03:45 PM
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Fail wait is fail x.x
Onus had traveled outside of the Dahlian lands, though not too far. He had promised Cercelee to be little more than a shadow in her lands, and he was doing his best to keep that promise. Thankfully so far there had been no unpleasant run-ins with a certain brown male. He wondered how the brute had reacted when his superior had informed him that she had overturned his decision. An almost invisible smile of satisfaction appeared on his maw at the picture formed in his mind. The karma of Haku trying to force a wedge between him and his lover had come back to bite him in the ass. It was no more than the bastard deserved. The coyote wasn't one for petty games (though he didn't consider any of this a game) but unfortunately he could take no action against the criminal. Such was the price of his love for Cwmfen. While he might have begrudged it at times, it was a price he was willing to pay. She was more than worth it.
His hands were, as usual, tucked neatly in the pockets of his trench coat. He walked with no particular destination in mind, simply to walk and try to clear his mind of the worries that plagued it. Soon the litter that Cwmfen carried would be born. Somehow the question if they would be malformed in any way popped into his head. He had read that incest could produce such things. Something about the genes of dame and sire being too similar. Nature's way of condemning such unions. With a grunt the coyote shook his head. No. He went on these walks to clear his head, not dwell upon the ugly consequences of what had happened. Of course these walks didn't always help, but he did his best to empty his mind upon them. It helped him stay sane and not lose himself in the despair that threatened to swallow him. Onus was trying to live in the moment, as she had advised him to, but it was difficult.
It seemed that he had finally quieted his relentless thoughts when a call as clear as crystal split the night air. Immediately his feet stopped and his ears strained. Cwmfen. She was calling for him. Then, not a second later, that call broke off. But it was not the natural decrescendo of most wolf calls. It was if her voice had been cut off by something. The hair on the back of his neck rose and his blood ran cold inside his veins. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew that that forthcoming event was now upon them. With a sharp intake of breath he turned and began to run as quickly as he could back in the direction of his love. All concern for stealth and subtlety was abandoned. Right now all that mattered was reaching her and reaching her quickly.
His panting breath and pounding heart filled his ears as he ran. His nose worked in overtime, picking up her scent and letting it lead him to her. She was not at the den, not quite. Everything seemed so dark to his eyes, even as the dawn was slowly seeping light into the world, but then finally he caught a flash of blue markings. "Cwmfen!" he called out, alerting her to his presence before he reached her. Onus began to slow his pace so he would be able to stop in time. As he reached her kneeling, bent over form her knelt beside her. His hands quickly undid his coat and cast it aside with his scarf and hat. He was too hot, body overheated from the run and the adrenaline surging through his system. The man refrained from touching her however, not entirely sure if he should. "What do you need?" he asked, doing his best to keep his fear from his voice.
Onus had traveled outside of the Dahlian lands, though not too far. He had promised Cercelee to be little more than a shadow in her lands, and he was doing his best to keep that promise. Thankfully so far there had been no unpleasant run-ins with a certain brown male. He wondered how the brute had reacted when his superior had informed him that she had overturned his decision. An almost invisible smile of satisfaction appeared on his maw at the picture formed in his mind. The karma of Haku trying to force a wedge between him and his lover had come back to bite him in the ass. It was no more than the bastard deserved. The coyote wasn't one for petty games (though he didn't consider any of this a game) but unfortunately he could take no action against the criminal. Such was the price of his love for Cwmfen. While he might have begrudged it at times, it was a price he was willing to pay. She was more than worth it.
His hands were, as usual, tucked neatly in the pockets of his trench coat. He walked with no particular destination in mind, simply to walk and try to clear his mind of the worries that plagued it. Soon the litter that Cwmfen carried would be born. Somehow the question if they would be malformed in any way popped into his head. He had read that incest could produce such things. Something about the genes of dame and sire being too similar. Nature's way of condemning such unions. With a grunt the coyote shook his head. No. He went on these walks to clear his head, not dwell upon the ugly consequences of what had happened. Of course these walks didn't always help, but he did his best to empty his mind upon them. It helped him stay sane and not lose himself in the despair that threatened to swallow him. Onus was trying to live in the moment, as she had advised him to, but it was difficult.
It seemed that he had finally quieted his relentless thoughts when a call as clear as crystal split the night air. Immediately his feet stopped and his ears strained. Cwmfen. She was calling for him. Then, not a second later, that call broke off. But it was not the natural decrescendo of most wolf calls. It was if her voice had been cut off by something. The hair on the back of his neck rose and his blood ran cold inside his veins. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew that that forthcoming event was now upon them. With a sharp intake of breath he turned and began to run as quickly as he could back in the direction of his love. All concern for stealth and subtlety was abandoned. Right now all that mattered was reaching her and reaching her quickly.
His panting breath and pounding heart filled his ears as he ran. His nose worked in overtime, picking up her scent and letting it lead him to her. She was not at the den, not quite. Everything seemed so dark to his eyes, even as the dawn was slowly seeping light into the world, but then finally he caught a flash of blue markings. "Cwmfen!" he called out, alerting her to his presence before he reached her. Onus began to slow his pace so he would be able to stop in time. As he reached her kneeling, bent over form her knelt beside her. His hands quickly undid his coat and cast it aside with his scarf and hat. He was too hot, body overheated from the run and the adrenaline surging through his system. The man refrained from touching her however, not entirely sure if he should. "What do you need?" he asked, doing his best to keep his fear from his voice.