03-12-2010, 05:47 PM
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OOC: Private. 400+  The Knight and the girl who wanted to grow up and be a Prince. That was how they had been. They had grown up dreaming of bigger and better days, when they would fight alongside each other and rescue beautiful princesses from monsters and dragons. These would be days when nothing and no one could come between them. But then the real world had, tearing Haven from Brooklyn and driving wedges where the had been no gap. The truth about their conception. Haven's alcohol addiction. Naniko's drug problem. Brooklyn's own withdrawal into loneliness and a world where she could re-enact their favourite childhood games. Before, they had been close and happy. Now, they didn't even live under the same roof. She had gone early in the morning to visit the caves where they used to play at make-believe and it had hurt her. She felt raw and open, like a bleeding wound. Haven's presence lingered there, burned into the cold stone, like the memory of a loved one who has passed on. She felt the chill enter her bones, her body, she felt it creep up through her veins and grip her heart. The tendrils were thin, but strong as they joined to crush the joy out of her. Brooklyn had had to run out, choking, gasping for air. Haven was not there any more and she had to live with the weight of such a separation. Almost instinctively she took off, her Optime form fast and sleek across the lands. She tore away from the land of Dreamers and chased a fleeting image of her brother. It was as though she was finally coming up for air after a very long dive, her lungs filling with sweet air and her eyes and mind clearing. A fog had been lifted, the apathy finally being chased off by this wave of emotion. This need, this craving and hunger, this desperate longing for the orange boy. Brooklyn's eyes filled with tears as she ran on and on, until she finally crossed the border of his new pack. She hesitated now, though, and her resolve left her. It was one thing to want to see him and quite another to simply charge across foreign pack lands, especially in such dangerous times. Fear of disappointment made her change her mind. Even as her ghostly companion shouted in her mind for her to stop, Brooklyn did not heed the call. She would have to explain herself, but seeing Haven mattered, right? She was his sister! Impetuous and stubborn as always, she ran ahead, deeper into the lands. She didn't look like a coyote, did she? She was going to find Haven, come hell or high water. Haven! Haven! her voice rang as she ran towards his home, excited to see him again. |
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