05-06-2009, 12:21 AM
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While I’m taking a break, ^=^;; Maybe we should end here and begin the next one?
500+
The woman’s mind involuntarily wandered into the memories of the near past. She tried to understand, and yet she could not. Corvus Vendetta. Why did she fear him so deeply? She could not explain it. She could not explain why she could do nothing about it. The crow wolf should have simply been another enemy, and indeed she saw him that way. And yet, there was something that had been placed deep within her, a black seed that stuck to the walls of her soul, that made her think otherwise, that told her he was unconquerable, invincible, that told her he was the bane of her existence. He would be the one thing that would destroy her, and it would not be her body but her soul that would be destroyed. For the black warrior, the soul was very precious, the most valuable thing that she possessed, for she bore no thing that could not be replaced. And yet, the idea that he would somehow crush that immortal entity did cause that fear to flicker in her heart.
Those whispered words broke through those darkened thoughts, and she could not help but breath that sigh of relief. The black fae did not doubt that she could live without him—she had done so already, and she did not believe in that kind of love. The black fae knew, however, that love for her would be rare, that there would be only one love within her life. Something with such a rarity was too precious to lose. Like her soul, the loss of this man did make her afraid.... Cwmfen pushed her nose into Onus’ fur as wolves do to one another; it was a sign of affection, and a soft smile touched her lips. She thought suddenly how strange it was that she should find love here, in him. But Geneva, she remembered suddenly, had explained the concept of love once long ago on a winter night. Then she had not understood it, had not thought that she was capable of such an extreme emotion. And yet she lay next to a man who made her feel so strange, and that emotion gripped her softly, gently. She felt that here, the black arm of Corvus could not penetrate.
As he returned her gaze, the Dahlian Adonis allowed the smile to move her eyes. The black pools of the coyote seemed so different now, as if she could understand them, could see and feel them. They were not the same as those empty eyes of Corvus Vendetta. The eyes of Onus were dark, but they did not hold evil, and they were not empty. That regret once more tickled her heart, but she knew that all good things were transitory. It only made such pleasures sweeter, more precious. The black tipped tail traced the edge of the bed as she smiled up at him. As she allowed the silence of the night to become instilled within her, she could not help but feel this strange peace that sung differently in her soul.
While I’m taking a break, ^=^;; Maybe we should end here and begin the next one?
500+
The woman’s mind involuntarily wandered into the memories of the near past. She tried to understand, and yet she could not. Corvus Vendetta. Why did she fear him so deeply? She could not explain it. She could not explain why she could do nothing about it. The crow wolf should have simply been another enemy, and indeed she saw him that way. And yet, there was something that had been placed deep within her, a black seed that stuck to the walls of her soul, that made her think otherwise, that told her he was unconquerable, invincible, that told her he was the bane of her existence. He would be the one thing that would destroy her, and it would not be her body but her soul that would be destroyed. For the black warrior, the soul was very precious, the most valuable thing that she possessed, for she bore no thing that could not be replaced. And yet, the idea that he would somehow crush that immortal entity did cause that fear to flicker in her heart.
Those whispered words broke through those darkened thoughts, and she could not help but breath that sigh of relief. The black fae did not doubt that she could live without him—she had done so already, and she did not believe in that kind of love. The black fae knew, however, that love for her would be rare, that there would be only one love within her life. Something with such a rarity was too precious to lose. Like her soul, the loss of this man did make her afraid.... Cwmfen pushed her nose into Onus’ fur as wolves do to one another; it was a sign of affection, and a soft smile touched her lips. She thought suddenly how strange it was that she should find love here, in him. But Geneva, she remembered suddenly, had explained the concept of love once long ago on a winter night. Then she had not understood it, had not thought that she was capable of such an extreme emotion. And yet she lay next to a man who made her feel so strange, and that emotion gripped her softly, gently. She felt that here, the black arm of Corvus could not penetrate.
As he returned her gaze, the Dahlian Adonis allowed the smile to move her eyes. The black pools of the coyote seemed so different now, as if she could understand them, could see and feel them. They were not the same as those empty eyes of Corvus Vendetta. The eyes of Onus were dark, but they did not hold evil, and they were not empty. That regret once more tickled her heart, but she knew that all good things were transitory. It only made such pleasures sweeter, more precious. The black tipped tail traced the edge of the bed as she smiled up at him. As she allowed the silence of the night to become instilled within her, she could not help but feel this strange peace that sung differently in her soul.