07-02-2009, 08:47 PM
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It was such a small set-back, something most anyone would work around. The male, Alexey's male, stood there, in her path, unknowingly. Formally she had never really met the male, only known him from sight and the common knowledge that him and Alexey had chosen one another. When he disappeared it had not stirred Adelaida's life in the slightest. Alexey and her had not repaired their relationship at that point and so neither had she comforted her sister when the female was so very alone. He was inconsequential, maybe more so now that Alexey hadn't seemed to take him back, at least her sister had not confirmed anything. Had she felt like the male was taking her sister away, she would have been glad at his disappearance and upset by his home coming, but Alexey was so far removed from her then and did not seem phased by his return now he was truly nothing to Ade.
Yet nothing that he was, he was there, in her way, creating both a mental and physical block. It had taken days for the masked female to work up the courage to seek out Ril’o, or the marker that had been placed where the pack had burned his body. Now that she had the timid creature found she could go no further. Other paths lead the same way, she could easily skirt the male, but the sight caused her feet to turn to lead. It seemed she could go no where without running into someone. When she had run from Ril’o’s body she had encountered the very creature responsible for his death, or at least the one who had physically killed him. It had been Cwmfen who lead the monster here and failed in removing him. For days whenever she left her shelter she ran into one pack member or another. And now, the day she wished to spend alone and finally say good bye to her only friend in the pack, he was here.
For a long moment, out of his sight, she stood, knowing that she couldn’t turn back. If she did she might never make her way up the cliffs to the male’s grave. Nor could she go forward, physically she could not force her legs to work. Internal debates raged, and she consented to interaction with this male, who Ade had believed she never would have to talk to. Yet she couldn’t walk. Her air was restricted, as if did so often when stress hit it’s threshold, and her muscles were weak. Literally frozen in place her throat constricted and twitched, forcing shaky noise out.
It was such a small set-back, something most anyone would work around. The male, Alexey's male, stood there, in her path, unknowingly. Formally she had never really met the male, only known him from sight and the common knowledge that him and Alexey had chosen one another. When he disappeared it had not stirred Adelaida's life in the slightest. Alexey and her had not repaired their relationship at that point and so neither had she comforted her sister when the female was so very alone. He was inconsequential, maybe more so now that Alexey hadn't seemed to take him back, at least her sister had not confirmed anything. Had she felt like the male was taking her sister away, she would have been glad at his disappearance and upset by his home coming, but Alexey was so far removed from her then and did not seem phased by his return now he was truly nothing to Ade.
Yet nothing that he was, he was there, in her way, creating both a mental and physical block. It had taken days for the masked female to work up the courage to seek out Ril’o, or the marker that had been placed where the pack had burned his body. Now that she had the timid creature found she could go no further. Other paths lead the same way, she could easily skirt the male, but the sight caused her feet to turn to lead. It seemed she could go no where without running into someone. When she had run from Ril’o’s body she had encountered the very creature responsible for his death, or at least the one who had physically killed him. It had been Cwmfen who lead the monster here and failed in removing him. For days whenever she left her shelter she ran into one pack member or another. And now, the day she wished to spend alone and finally say good bye to her only friend in the pack, he was here.
For a long moment, out of his sight, she stood, knowing that she couldn’t turn back. If she did she might never make her way up the cliffs to the male’s grave. Nor could she go forward, physically she could not force her legs to work. Internal debates raged, and she consented to interaction with this male, who Ade had believed she never would have to talk to. Yet she couldn’t walk. Her air was restricted, as if did so often when stress hit it’s threshold, and her muscles were weak. Literally frozen in place her throat constricted and twitched, forcing shaky noise out.