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The silence was soothing, and the black fae sat in silence, laying back into the soft ashes to look upon the heavens. For a moment the world was quiet, and yet she felt that new emptiness within her heart. She did long for the company of Onus, but they both knew that every moment could not be spent together. And she knew that each reunion would be made sweeter for it. The woad marked warrior was a solitary creature, and she did not wish to be bound by the societal ideal of mateship. And she loved her solitude. But the love that she felt for the man was different, more fulfilling. It was a beautiful thing, and it was strange to the woman, who lived in that world of symbols, that two creatures that were quite the opposite had joined in that most sacred of relationships. The warrior could not help but smile. The white orbs watched the sky as her mind finally cleared, all thoughts leaving her mind as she fell into that quiet, soul cleansing meditation. The heavens were bright, the clouds painted upon the cerulean heavens with a purity, with a light hearted care. And the soft wind pushed them by, a quiet drifting.
Someone approached. The Dahlian wolf pushed herself up with a fluid movement, looking upon the one who had come. It was strange how the woman had only just been thinking of the body—and here he was. She had not met again with the boy since he had been injured, and she admitted that she had missed the maturity of the young man. And now, looking upon him, she thought that there was something different, something darker, within that golden gaze. The woman was silent. She did not deny that such an experience would change his life, his mind. But she wondered suddenly, for the first time, to what extent her father had damaged this boy in spirit. Those slow movements were almost aggressive, as if he would attack, she thought, like a hunting creature. The white orbs sought the gaze of this boy and was still, a quiet question within the warrior’s eyes.
"It has been a long time, Ezekiel," the quiet melody greeted. "I’ve been wondering how you’ve been...." Had it been permitted, the warrior would have gone to Inferni. But she knew that the relationship between the two packs continued to be hostile, and Gabriel de le Poer had made it clear to her that she would leave those lands. The Adonis would not disrespect that truce, even to satisfy that anxious curiosity of the wellbeing of the golden coyote. And she expected the boy, being the son of Inferni’s leader, to be able to understand such things. A quiet smile was offered to the boy, gracing her maw with that soft serenity. Her gaze fell over him, noting the scars that had not been there before. She was glad that the wounds upon his eye had not blinded him, or at least it did not appear that it had. A warrior would need all the advantages he could get, and she knew that this boy aspired to be such a creature of war.
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The silence was soothing, and the black fae sat in silence, laying back into the soft ashes to look upon the heavens. For a moment the world was quiet, and yet she felt that new emptiness within her heart. She did long for the company of Onus, but they both knew that every moment could not be spent together. And she knew that each reunion would be made sweeter for it. The woad marked warrior was a solitary creature, and she did not wish to be bound by the societal ideal of mateship. And she loved her solitude. But the love that she felt for the man was different, more fulfilling. It was a beautiful thing, and it was strange to the woman, who lived in that world of symbols, that two creatures that were quite the opposite had joined in that most sacred of relationships. The warrior could not help but smile. The white orbs watched the sky as her mind finally cleared, all thoughts leaving her mind as she fell into that quiet, soul cleansing meditation. The heavens were bright, the clouds painted upon the cerulean heavens with a purity, with a light hearted care. And the soft wind pushed them by, a quiet drifting.
Someone approached. The Dahlian wolf pushed herself up with a fluid movement, looking upon the one who had come. It was strange how the woman had only just been thinking of the body—and here he was. She had not met again with the boy since he had been injured, and she admitted that she had missed the maturity of the young man. And now, looking upon him, she thought that there was something different, something darker, within that golden gaze. The woman was silent. She did not deny that such an experience would change his life, his mind. But she wondered suddenly, for the first time, to what extent her father had damaged this boy in spirit. Those slow movements were almost aggressive, as if he would attack, she thought, like a hunting creature. The white orbs sought the gaze of this boy and was still, a quiet question within the warrior’s eyes.
"It has been a long time, Ezekiel," the quiet melody greeted. "I’ve been wondering how you’ve been...." Had it been permitted, the warrior would have gone to Inferni. But she knew that the relationship between the two packs continued to be hostile, and Gabriel de le Poer had made it clear to her that she would leave those lands. The Adonis would not disrespect that truce, even to satisfy that anxious curiosity of the wellbeing of the golden coyote. And she expected the boy, being the son of Inferni’s leader, to be able to understand such things. A quiet smile was offered to the boy, gracing her maw with that soft serenity. Her gaze fell over him, noting the scars that had not been there before. She was glad that the wounds upon his eye had not blinded him, or at least it did not appear that it had. A warrior would need all the advantages he could get, and she knew that this boy aspired to be such a creature of war.