i don't dream of flying

Cotl · 08-13-2011, 11:03 AM

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He hadn't seen his mate in some time. Why he would not seek her presence was because of the fact that the two had become mates after a big argument, and he wasn't even sure that she would want to be with him anymore. Her presence was not unnoticed when he was away from his room though, for he could smell her fresh scent often in his room. Every time he found her scent in his room as if it was freshly there, the man wondered what she was looking for. Soon it would dawn upon him that she was watching him, making sure that he was not with another woman. It wasn't like he treated her the same way, so he found her paranoid actions to be unfair to him. When he thought about it, it made him pretty angry that she had decided to do such a thing to him, and soon, he figured he would have his revenge on her for her paranoid ways.

So, instead of going out and getting her and being with her, he had found himself in his room, drawing, and letting the tattoo on his back heal. It had been two weeks now since he had gotten it done by the old woman, and he was rather satisfied with the way it came out (he had been looking in the mirror at it since he was still in the healing process) and he wished that this one was not going to be the last one he got from the woman. He pushed her all day to get this one finished, and she was definitely not going to be willing to extend her services again because of the fact that her hands were becoming shaky and her eye was not going to be as well as it used to be. He was sad about this fact, but it was nothing that could be helped. At least he had been able to get such a large piece done by her and it was absolutely beautiful. He almost couldn't wait to show his mate the new tattoo that littered more than half of his back.

Speaking of the woman, there was a soft knock on his door. Already, it was out of the normal. She never just knocked on his door. She was always known for just walking in like she owned the place. His eyes naturally narrowed on the door when the woman had spoken his name. His pierced brow would cock at the door, and he cleared his throat. Was, Talitha? he asked the woman, his voice already gruff, and his neck twitching. The door was unlocked so he figured that she didn't need the help opening the door. He knew something was wrong, and he could only wonder what the fuck was up with her now. It was probably going to be some stupid shit that he'll have to fight about. Boy, this mateship was going to be more work than he ever imagined. Maybe he should just quit now before he got too ahead of himself. Maybe that would be the best way out of this and whatever shit she was just about to bring through that door.

Cotl does. "Cotl speaks." Cotl thinks.

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