04-09-2009, 08:44 PM
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500+
At her question, the male seemed to burn with a new fury as his lips curled. Perhaps provoking such thoughts at this moment was unwise, but it was better for the male to be fueled by anything, even if it were this strange rage that emanated from him now. Concentrating mostly upon the path before them, careful to choose the way in which the best footing would be yielded. The cold of the thick rain was pushed away by the heat of her own body, which worked now to bring this wounded man to the house of another. There was a conflict now, and it was a strange one. She didn’t really know why it should matter, for there was nothing official occurring between the blue eyed medic and the white eyed warrior, and the same could be said of Onus. Yet, somehow it was strange to approach with the masked coyote the house of the black male when she had shared sexual relations with him. And such a thing should not have been strange, for the warrior was of a freer nature than most of this culture, though not loose. And it was almost amusing now that she considered it in that light, as if the culture of her mother were slowly being lost by the culture in which she now lived.
The warrior was almost sure that she would not have known the one who had attacked this creature who served Justice. But when the man claimed that a black wolf with white about him had been the attacker, there was no doubt in her mind about who it was. And the scent that had come to her before must have been his.... The woman’s steps did not falter, but her heart did, and she was silent for a long while. The matter may have been completely dismissed when she finally said, "He.... is the one who sired me." And she felt that familiar flicker of fear tickle her soul as she fell silent once more. And then, "Corvus Vendetta, at least that’s what he calls himself." It wasn’t a Korean name, and she had never learned what name he was created with. As she lead the male on, she turned her head slightly to face him. "He’s come for me." There was a strange certainty in her words, and as she said it, it was as if there was no fear.
She continued in silence, knowing that she neared their destination. I’m sorry it had to be you, the female thought, but she did not say it. Somehow, the black fae knew that the coyote would have preferred that crow wolf to meet him than never, and she knew that when the coyote healed, he would seek her father out. And the female worried about who the victor would be. Perhaps Onus, who had demonstrated his adaptability, would rise. Or perhaps he would fall. No one could know that yet. And suddenly, when the white orbs lifted to observe the world, she found herself before the door. She paused suddenly, pulling up short. Then adjusting herself once more, she knocked, almost pounding, as the rain thundered in her ears.
Okay!
500+
At her question, the male seemed to burn with a new fury as his lips curled. Perhaps provoking such thoughts at this moment was unwise, but it was better for the male to be fueled by anything, even if it were this strange rage that emanated from him now. Concentrating mostly upon the path before them, careful to choose the way in which the best footing would be yielded. The cold of the thick rain was pushed away by the heat of her own body, which worked now to bring this wounded man to the house of another. There was a conflict now, and it was a strange one. She didn’t really know why it should matter, for there was nothing official occurring between the blue eyed medic and the white eyed warrior, and the same could be said of Onus. Yet, somehow it was strange to approach with the masked coyote the house of the black male when she had shared sexual relations with him. And such a thing should not have been strange, for the warrior was of a freer nature than most of this culture, though not loose. And it was almost amusing now that she considered it in that light, as if the culture of her mother were slowly being lost by the culture in which she now lived.
The warrior was almost sure that she would not have known the one who had attacked this creature who served Justice. But when the man claimed that a black wolf with white about him had been the attacker, there was no doubt in her mind about who it was. And the scent that had come to her before must have been his.... The woman’s steps did not falter, but her heart did, and she was silent for a long while. The matter may have been completely dismissed when she finally said, "He.... is the one who sired me." And she felt that familiar flicker of fear tickle her soul as she fell silent once more. And then, "Corvus Vendetta, at least that’s what he calls himself." It wasn’t a Korean name, and she had never learned what name he was created with. As she lead the male on, she turned her head slightly to face him. "He’s come for me." There was a strange certainty in her words, and as she said it, it was as if there was no fear.
She continued in silence, knowing that she neared their destination. I’m sorry it had to be you, the female thought, but she did not say it. Somehow, the black fae knew that the coyote would have preferred that crow wolf to meet him than never, and she knew that when the coyote healed, he would seek her father out. And the female worried about who the victor would be. Perhaps Onus, who had demonstrated his adaptability, would rise. Or perhaps he would fall. No one could know that yet. And suddenly, when the white orbs lifted to observe the world, she found herself before the door. She paused suddenly, pulling up short. Then adjusting herself once more, she knocked, almost pounding, as the rain thundered in her ears.