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A smile faintly, almost imperceptibly, graced her maw. She wanted to believe that that were so, that Haku spoke truthfully. The black fae did not doubt that integrity. But somehow she could not. With the idleness of her body, she had had more time to contemplate the world and her Dreams, more so than usual. And those Dreams had been plagued by the darkness—something different than the night and yet quite similar. It held the oppressive quality the ocean’s waters that drank in souls, carrying bodies to the deep. And she had felt it most keenly when she had been dying, when she had been under the care of one Bane Kiles. And it was strange now that she should be fallen now, the ‘stitches’, as the black male had called them, undone. But she was not in his presence; now she was in the presence of Haku, and she could not help but feel an acute—and acute something...it was an emotion that she could not describe. Or perhaps it were not an emotion. But her body was not dying now, only subdued. And as she lay there in that limbo, she was thinking of her father, unsure of whether that strange fear and desire were her own or whether the crow wolf had somehow instilled it within her from her birth.
The white orbs were unwavering as he spoke, and those blue eyes seemed to radiate with some intensity. But these eyes were not blue and deep as the ocean was. They were the vibrant welkin of the twilight heavens, holding some different meaning than the eyes of another man. But for now there was only this single creature in her presence, and she considered only him. Her body remembered what it had given him, what the gods had bid her to give to him, and she knew that it was dangerous for her to have done such a thing. And yet, it was both that danger and the unique darkness of the chocolate male that had drawn her to him, that had made her hunger again in the nights that she had spent alone. But she remembered the night after the hunt of the New Year when he had refused her company to remain loyal to his mate, and so, unknowing of their broken union, she let her gaze fall, turning away from that gaze with a quietness. But there was no sadness or regret. There was only a strange tranquility that was often held by her soul.
The woad bound maw buried itself into the grass, breathing in the soft scent of the rain and of the damp earth. The warm scent of Haku came unbidden to her attention, and she let out a slow breath. The warrior was silent as the woad tipped tail ceased in its movement, falling to cover her thighs and retain the warmth that the cold drizzling sought to take. But she did not want to return to the den; it was not as if she could go down anyway. And the cold would not penetrate too deeply if the rain did not come; she would be able to remain here until discomfort bid her to move. For now, she was content, and she returned her gaze to the male, silently wondering many things, first for herself and then for him, wondering if she kept him from some other errand.
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A smile faintly, almost imperceptibly, graced her maw. She wanted to believe that that were so, that Haku spoke truthfully. The black fae did not doubt that integrity. But somehow she could not. With the idleness of her body, she had had more time to contemplate the world and her Dreams, more so than usual. And those Dreams had been plagued by the darkness—something different than the night and yet quite similar. It held the oppressive quality the ocean’s waters that drank in souls, carrying bodies to the deep. And she had felt it most keenly when she had been dying, when she had been under the care of one Bane Kiles. And it was strange now that she should be fallen now, the ‘stitches’, as the black male had called them, undone. But she was not in his presence; now she was in the presence of Haku, and she could not help but feel an acute—and acute something...it was an emotion that she could not describe. Or perhaps it were not an emotion. But her body was not dying now, only subdued. And as she lay there in that limbo, she was thinking of her father, unsure of whether that strange fear and desire were her own or whether the crow wolf had somehow instilled it within her from her birth.
The white orbs were unwavering as he spoke, and those blue eyes seemed to radiate with some intensity. But these eyes were not blue and deep as the ocean was. They were the vibrant welkin of the twilight heavens, holding some different meaning than the eyes of another man. But for now there was only this single creature in her presence, and she considered only him. Her body remembered what it had given him, what the gods had bid her to give to him, and she knew that it was dangerous for her to have done such a thing. And yet, it was both that danger and the unique darkness of the chocolate male that had drawn her to him, that had made her hunger again in the nights that she had spent alone. But she remembered the night after the hunt of the New Year when he had refused her company to remain loyal to his mate, and so, unknowing of their broken union, she let her gaze fall, turning away from that gaze with a quietness. But there was no sadness or regret. There was only a strange tranquility that was often held by her soul.
The woad bound maw buried itself into the grass, breathing in the soft scent of the rain and of the damp earth. The warm scent of Haku came unbidden to her attention, and she let out a slow breath. The warrior was silent as the woad tipped tail ceased in its movement, falling to cover her thighs and retain the warmth that the cold drizzling sought to take. But she did not want to return to the den; it was not as if she could go down anyway. And the cold would not penetrate too deeply if the rain did not come; she would be able to remain here until discomfort bid her to move. For now, she was content, and she returned her gaze to the male, silently wondering many things, first for herself and then for him, wondering if she kept him from some other errand.