03-13-2009, 09:43 AM
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| Out of Character *continues squealing with girlish glee!* And wow I rambled...a lot. XD Word Count: 1107 o.O In Character She wasn't exactly in the greatest of moods. The evening found the Stormbringer brooding as she bathed in one of the river's tributaries a little ways away from her home. She'd spent most of the past three days in the neutral lands between Dahlia and Inferni, alert for any small sign of the pack's missing pups. Haku seemed suspicious that their mother had actually played a part in their disappearance, and truth be told Kol wasn't entirely sure he was wrong. It just seemed so strange, the way that it had happened. Dahlia's security was intensely tight, the pack still on edge from the recent conflict with the coyote clan. They had a few unwanteds sneak into the lands every now and then, but how in the hell could someone manage to then sneak into the Lilium's house and snatch his children, then miraculously vanish from Dahlia without leaving even a trace of trespassing scent? The Optime's jaw clenched as she mulled over the possibilities in her mind. It was highly unlikely the kidnapping was pulled off without and insider, and Haku wasn't the only one living in his home. While she had serious doubts that a mother could willingly put her children in harm's way, it was possible one could stage a kidnapping and leave the boys with a relative. In fact, that's probably something Kol would do if she were ever pushed the way Haku had pushed Firefly. Kol had a soft spot for the psychopathic Lilium, but she also knew just how many wrongs he'd committed and just how much he'd hurt his mate. It was definitely possible that she could have taken the boys herself to hurt Haku. It was worth pondering, and perhaps focusing her scouting forays on packs and areas where Firefly's family members resided. The charcoal girl held Firefly in high respect as well, which sealed her decision to keep her theory from Haku until she found any evidence, and confronted Firefly herself. There were two sides to every story. The raven-kissed female sighed softly as she ran her fingers through the knots in her silky mane. The werewolf's fur was absent of its usual adornments, the silver trinkets and beaded feathers lying in a neat pile on a rock on the riverbank. They were close enough to keep an eye on, but it was impossibly to comb her mane free with the jewelry still fastened. The only piece of silver that glittered in the moonlight was her odd earring, that particular trinket never being removed unless absolutely necessary. The muscles of the woman's body held no hint of the tempest in her thoughts, the brisk waters of the creek soothing her aches and releasing the tension and strain from the past few days. Theories centering around the location of Conor and Emwe swirled in the Circee's head, her violet eyes staring blankly into the night-kissed woods. Slowly, ever so slowly, those thoughts began to morph into something far different, musings of the dreamy girl still buried beneath the weight of war and responsibility. She was old enough now to wonder about her own future, namely the romantic kind. Thinking of the boys had her thinking of what her own pups would be like, if she ever found a man to have them with. Kol wanted children of her own someday, but not nearly enough to go find a sperm-donor for a one-night stand and raise the pups entirely on her own. She wanted stability, she wanted a family, and a mate she could depend on. She wanted someone she could share the deepest parts of her soul with, someone who made her feel like her life was complete. Kol wanted the kind of love her grandaunt and granduncle had, even though she knew something like that was probably the rarist form of companionship in the world. No one was ever really lucky enough to get something like that...especially not someone like her... And yet no matter how much she convinced herself of that fact, she still wanted what she knew she could probably never have. Life wasn't a fairytale, and the only person you could really depend on was yourself. Sure she had Lexey, the entire Stormbringer bloodline, and considered her packmates her family, but she doubted she'd ever find that one person to sweep her off her feet and complete her existence. She could never understand the flippant tendencies of other females to go from one mate to another and "date around" as they called it either. If it wasn't something serious, why the hell bother? What was the point of it all? Kol wasn't willing to settle for the superficial forms of mateship those lesser opportunities brought with them, and so she'd resigned herself already to probably spending her life alone. Of course that never stopped the unbidden thoughts of a certain male who'd shown up not long ago. Kol had no idea why this particular blockhead of a wolf kept popping up in her mind on strange occasions. They were usually extremely bad times too. The girl's composure was seldom jeopardized, but whenever that male's image would catch her off-guard, it was difficult to repress it. At least when she was alone, she was free to think of whatever she wanted, not worrying how her reactions to her thoughts would be read by someone else. Sighing deeply, Kol tried to clear her mind of everything, dipping her head beneath the gentle current for a moment before coming up for air and sweeping her mane out of her scarred face. That was when she saw him. For a moment, she thought it was just another unbidden flash of her imagination, but as she blinked the water from her violet eyes, the image remained. He was definitely solid, walking nonchalantly through the woods as she stared at him. He had a joyful air about him, and her heart sank as she saw the flowers in his large hand. Elliott was obviously on his way for a romantic interlude with someone...and it disappointed her more than she'd expected it to. Of course he had a female interest, why wouldn't he? He was probably the best all-around male the girl had ever met, and it was always said that the best ones were already taken. Kol had been silly to entertain any dreamy thoughts of the male in the first place. The sight of him was far stronger than her thoughts could ever be, and her heart raced as all she could do was watch him, hoping he hadn't caught sight of her and would just keep walking. Table by Fishie! |