02-10-2009, 09:20 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> pushitinThe ebony lady hadn't bothered with going home that night, instead she had wandered, though her mood had been brightened greatly by meeting little Addi, she had been unable to get Deuce out of her head, she had left Phoenix Valley, what was Soran meant to do now. Just yesterday she had been so sure of everything, she had her family around her in her pack and the fae who she still loved so dearly just a walk away, she was close, she was safe and the ebony grandmother knew exactly where to go if she needed to feel her in her arms again. But clearly her neglect, her wandering, had ruined all of this, she had missed out on seeing her pale lover and now she had left. Had she left because of the ebony fae? Had she thought that the green eyed grandmother was never coming back? Had she thought that it didn't matter if she went, all the important people would know where she was, there was no need to tell Soran? Oh the dark lady's heart ached for Deuce, it longed for her, since she had found out that she had left the lands there was a sizeable hole in it, matching the ones for her children, missing Khaden and Dhalia and her broken son, she worried that if her heart was pierced anymore it would become nothing more than useless tatters. pushitinAnd though Soran loved her pack, loved her almost-daughter and grandchildren, but she couldn't bear to face them today, she couldn't see them, not after a blow like this, her heart was too cracked, the fissure ran too deep this time, she'd need some time by herself, time to heal. A sigh escaped the dark fae's lips as her fingers brushed the cold silver pentagram that rested at her throat, an action that she had repeated over and over since finding Deuce was gone from Phoenix Valley. The lady couldn't help but wander aimlessly as her mind was filled with thoughts of her beloved alabaster wolf, how she looked, how she spoke, how she laughed, how she smelt, all memories now, with very little chance of her being able to ever see any of that again. Oh how she missed her. Looking up she laughed, feeling the rain on her face, falling from the inky night sky, it was the perfect metaphor for how the green eyed fae felt at this moment in time. |