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Backdated to the night of April 1st or sometime April 2nd, I think...
500+
The house seemed empty. Cwmfen lingered within those walls that seemed so foreign to her. The white orbs moved about her, wandering in the shadows created by the ancient remnant of man. The house of Bane Kiles held a welcoming air, and yet it was not the welcome that she was familiar with. Somehow if felt different than the welcome she had felt while invited at Mew’s house those many moons ago. The black fae wasn’t sure what made such a difference; perhaps it was that she was within the house of a man that she knew so well and yet so little. And the darkness in the corners that seemed so harsh almost blinded the woman as her gaze lingered there; she could not see behind that darkness and yet she felt that she knew what was there. These walls were so familiar and yet so foreign to her; the warrior could not help but feel that old claustrophobia that crept upon her when in such an environment.
Cwmfen was sitting upon the same couch that she had sat upon when she had first been brought here. Her thoughts lingered momentarily upon the night that the black wolf had saved her life; she did not know in what way that gift could have been repaid and it seemed that she had come to him with but another to labor over. But when the woman had found the coyote, she could not simply allow Death to take him from her—as if he was hers to take, she thought with a quiet laugh. In the least, she had felt that it had not been Onus’ time to die, and so she had brought him to a place where she knew he could receive that which would save him. With a quiet sigh of troubles within her soul that she could not yet understand, the white orbs looked around as she listened to the silence of the house—such an unnatural silence. Briefly, she wondered where the black male had gone, but she would not keep him from his personal business. For a moment, the woman was still.
But then she rose. There was a quiet restlessness about her; it had not been long since Bane had completed his work upon the coyote’s wound, but she was already curious about how he felt. Silently, with a grace that almost transcended the earthly, the woad marked woman passed through the house, seeking the room in which Onus now stayed. She was quiet mostly because a sudden tentative unease passed through her; perhaps she would disturb him...? When she reached the door, the woman paused, the white gaze lingering upon the handle. She hesitated there for several more moments before she found the will to grasp the opening device. With great care the door was opened as she created a crack. The warrior pushed her maw through it, the white orbs quickly scanning the room as she sought the prone man upon the bed. He wore nothing now save for that cloth that bound his eyes; she had tended to the wet and bloodied clothes herself; but unable to see those eyes and too far to hear his breathing, she was not sure whether the man was asleep or not. "Onus...?" the alto melody called quietly, almost tentatively, and suddenly the warrior felt strange.
Backdated to the night of April 1st or sometime April 2nd, I think...
500+
The house seemed empty. Cwmfen lingered within those walls that seemed so foreign to her. The white orbs moved about her, wandering in the shadows created by the ancient remnant of man. The house of Bane Kiles held a welcoming air, and yet it was not the welcome that she was familiar with. Somehow if felt different than the welcome she had felt while invited at Mew’s house those many moons ago. The black fae wasn’t sure what made such a difference; perhaps it was that she was within the house of a man that she knew so well and yet so little. And the darkness in the corners that seemed so harsh almost blinded the woman as her gaze lingered there; she could not see behind that darkness and yet she felt that she knew what was there. These walls were so familiar and yet so foreign to her; the warrior could not help but feel that old claustrophobia that crept upon her when in such an environment.
Cwmfen was sitting upon the same couch that she had sat upon when she had first been brought here. Her thoughts lingered momentarily upon the night that the black wolf had saved her life; she did not know in what way that gift could have been repaid and it seemed that she had come to him with but another to labor over. But when the woman had found the coyote, she could not simply allow Death to take him from her—as if he was hers to take, she thought with a quiet laugh. In the least, she had felt that it had not been Onus’ time to die, and so she had brought him to a place where she knew he could receive that which would save him. With a quiet sigh of troubles within her soul that she could not yet understand, the white orbs looked around as she listened to the silence of the house—such an unnatural silence. Briefly, she wondered where the black male had gone, but she would not keep him from his personal business. For a moment, the woman was still.
But then she rose. There was a quiet restlessness about her; it had not been long since Bane had completed his work upon the coyote’s wound, but she was already curious about how he felt. Silently, with a grace that almost transcended the earthly, the woad marked woman passed through the house, seeking the room in which Onus now stayed. She was quiet mostly because a sudden tentative unease passed through her; perhaps she would disturb him...? When she reached the door, the woman paused, the white gaze lingering upon the handle. She hesitated there for several more moments before she found the will to grasp the opening device. With great care the door was opened as she created a crack. The warrior pushed her maw through it, the white orbs quickly scanning the room as she sought the prone man upon the bed. He wore nothing now save for that cloth that bound his eyes; she had tended to the wet and bloodied clothes herself; but unable to see those eyes and too far to hear his breathing, she was not sure whether the man was asleep or not. "Onus...?" the alto melody called quietly, almost tentatively, and suddenly the warrior felt strange.