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dreamspinners and nightwalkers
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The sun had the rare occasion on this day to break through the wintery clouds and beat down on the earth, reminded the earth’s inhabitants of the spring’s warmth– which was still months away. Having a break from the recent rain showers and snow showered Cercelee choose to exit the church, which she had hole herself up in before hiding from Slay and now holed herself up not being able to get enough of the male. He was sleeping deeply when she slipped away, Cercelee left him only with a farewell kiss on the top of the brute’s head, which he probably wouldn’t recall when he awoke. Moving through the pack lands she had one destination in mind: the harbor.
It had been too long since she had stared out at the water, angry waves rolling in from a far away place. Yet when she arrived it was not the churning water that caught her attention it was the familiar figure of a certain play mate. Intentionally she was going to question him on being in the pack, a bit annoyed at finding the male so far in. Just because they had met once did not give him permission to waltz about in the pack lands, and yet he smelled heavily of Dahlia de Mai. Had someone accepted the male or was he... Cercelee’s mind flashed to Alexey’s siblings, knowing both had been admitted into the pack but not having met either. Coming up behind him, she cleared her throat daintily and the teasing tone was immediate present in her greeting. “Well, well, well Mr. Nightwalker. Just couldn’t get enough of me, eh?”
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