the children of a lesser god

Talitha de le Poer · 05-02-2011, 07:06 PM

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Unlike her cousin, she'd been told about her father's decision by Ezekiel, which certainly made it easier for her to handle the news. Still, as she paced in silence across the porch of the mansion, she found herself attempting to cope with sudden fears and realizations. Gabriel was stepping down. Gabriel was growing old. And so was she, something the dark princess had never really thought about in the past. The sound of his call to the rest of the pack caused her to look up from her place, crimson eyes shared with a traitor resting upon mottled, doggish form of the man she had looked up to for so long. Despite her desire to hide her thoughts and feelings, her unease was obvious, and her sadness was clear. Gabriel would no longer be the leader she had loved in the past. Instead, they would look to her brother.

She dropped from her standing position to the old planks of the porch-turned-soapbox, letting her legs curl beneath her body and her shoulders to cause the spill of auburn curls to hide her misery from the rest of the clan. She had shown so few her unease. She wasn't about to show them all in one swift motion just how weak their leader's daughter was. Her fingers picked at the wood as she waited. Her mind fantasized thousands of possibilities for the future under Ezekiel. In silence, tried to trump her sorrow with scant joy at the pull she believed she had over the golden male.

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