A Lonely Soul (Re-Joining)

Jefferson Soul · 11-29-2010, 09:49 PM

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How many times had he been called as of late? It seemed once Jefferson had started spending more time in the ranch house near the warmth of the hearth, the more strangers and members alike needed him outside. A lazy, ragged ear pointed to attention at the small echo of her call, reverberating through even the walls of the ranch house and over the crackle of the fire. The rocking chair beneath him creaked as loudly as he groaned, the book once in his fingers slipping to the floor as he stood up from his impromptu nap. Back to work, he decided, and with a sigh the brute faced the cold once more.

Adonia was one to keep to herself, he had decided, but she had requested his presence quite a few times in recent weeks. The brute snorted, the cold air stinging his eyes and nose; he trudged on two-legged, grimly curious what she possibly needed this time. The chill of the wind kept any scents from wandering within his senses, and when he finally came upon them, the surprise on his scarred features was only mild. "Back again, Domonick?" he said, his tone entirely unimpressed. The dark male, once of his proudest and most prominent members, had gone from curiously distant to completely absent over a few weeks before coming and going again a number of times. How many more times would the male show up before he made up his mind?

"What do you want this time?" Jefferson, as always, spoke harshly. He didn't have the time—nor the patience—for games.

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