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Bleh, sorry for the crap, TT____TT
500+
There was a great silence in which the white hybrid seemed to be deep in though. But when the silence was finally broken, the woman’s woad bound maw was graced with a quiet smile. She nodded knowingly. Once she had not required love; having never known such a thing, it had not seemed imperative. To die with the song of war in her heart and moving through her soul had been enough. But then she too had come to known love, and she was glad that she had known it. As the white male, she was content to go now to the end she knew to be inevitable. And that end was to her father. But Onus had given her that one night more, and that was enough for her. She knew that death would not come quickly for her, and that her freedom first would be taken before her soul died and finally her would die too, but the death of Ril’o and the attacks upon the ones she knew needed to be stopped. There would always be another to defend the pack. Her life was expendable.
"In life, that will be enough," the quiet melody responded at length. It was better to have known something so strangely irrational and wonderful than to have never known such a thing at all. "Your mate will understand in time." The black fae, although she knew very little of such aspects of life, knew that there would be pain. When her mother had been killed before her, she had known such a pain. But, having enlightened herself, having diluted the emotions within her, she could no longer remember the intensity of such imminent loss.
When he rose, the female resisted the urge to move in response. The instinct and impulse of the warrior bid her to move lest he prove to be a threat. But the woman retained that calm control, those white orbs simply following him that that quiet, sharp intensity. He came close, but he simply dropped the stuffed animal at her paws. The gaze shifted from the blue eyes to the thing between her paws, and with careful inspection she found that it was a bear—it was difficult for the wolf to ascertain the identity of such strange shapes, but she was sure that this one must be of a bear. "I will make sure that he finds a loving home," the warrior replied, and she felt suddenly as if she spoke to one much younger, perhaps even one younger than Catalyst. There was a slight pause as she looked up at the male who had backed away and pushed herself to a sitting position. "Are you sure you don’t want Boo to go to your mate?" Perhaps the white male had already thought of such a thing. Whatever he wished of this bear, the woman would respect his choice. And it was strange. She had only just met this male, and she knew that she could not trust him in a way that brought friendship, but she would respect the wishes of one who walked toward death. Like a warrior she lead, she could give to Mahlouk, which she had discerned his name to be, compassion.
Bleh, sorry for the crap, TT____TT
500+
There was a great silence in which the white hybrid seemed to be deep in though. But when the silence was finally broken, the woman’s woad bound maw was graced with a quiet smile. She nodded knowingly. Once she had not required love; having never known such a thing, it had not seemed imperative. To die with the song of war in her heart and moving through her soul had been enough. But then she too had come to known love, and she was glad that she had known it. As the white male, she was content to go now to the end she knew to be inevitable. And that end was to her father. But Onus had given her that one night more, and that was enough for her. She knew that death would not come quickly for her, and that her freedom first would be taken before her soul died and finally her would die too, but the death of Ril’o and the attacks upon the ones she knew needed to be stopped. There would always be another to defend the pack. Her life was expendable.
"In life, that will be enough," the quiet melody responded at length. It was better to have known something so strangely irrational and wonderful than to have never known such a thing at all. "Your mate will understand in time." The black fae, although she knew very little of such aspects of life, knew that there would be pain. When her mother had been killed before her, she had known such a pain. But, having enlightened herself, having diluted the emotions within her, she could no longer remember the intensity of such imminent loss.
When he rose, the female resisted the urge to move in response. The instinct and impulse of the warrior bid her to move lest he prove to be a threat. But the woman retained that calm control, those white orbs simply following him that that quiet, sharp intensity. He came close, but he simply dropped the stuffed animal at her paws. The gaze shifted from the blue eyes to the thing between her paws, and with careful inspection she found that it was a bear—it was difficult for the wolf to ascertain the identity of such strange shapes, but she was sure that this one must be of a bear. "I will make sure that he finds a loving home," the warrior replied, and she felt suddenly as if she spoke to one much younger, perhaps even one younger than Catalyst. There was a slight pause as she looked up at the male who had backed away and pushed herself to a sitting position. "Are you sure you don’t want Boo to go to your mate?" Perhaps the white male had already thought of such a thing. Whatever he wished of this bear, the woman would respect his choice. And it was strange. She had only just met this male, and she knew that she could not trust him in a way that brought friendship, but she would respect the wishes of one who walked toward death. Like a warrior she lead, she could give to Mahlouk, which she had discerned his name to be, compassion.