07-20-2009, 03:36 AM
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I pray to you
The sun had been nearly at it’s highest point when Cercelee had left the church and by the time she arrived at the springs it was nearly dusk. How the time had eluded her and seemed to spring forward Cercelee couldn’t recall, normally the trek would take her a tenth of the time if that but somehow it had dragged on and the Rosea nearly turned around when she became aware of how late it was. Slay, though surely he hadn’t left the church at all unless it was to retrieve food for his pseudo children, would soon be settling in for sleep that would last well into the morning hours, long past when the sun rose again. The pups too would need to be settled in, although they weren’t so much pups now, shortly they would be getting their Folium ranks soon. Deciding that her family could do without her tonight, and (as she thought more and more as the sight of her mate depressed her) they could do without her most nights. When she did bring herself near to the den entrance she didn’t enter, nor did she make a sound, but stood motionless for a long while, staring off into the increasing darkness. Cwmfen. Onus had come to her and told her of what happened, and Cercelee had been made aware when the Adonis had returned but Cercelee had failed the women in not coming straight away to the warrior’s side. What had kept her waiting, Cercelee couldn’t explain that either and she let several more minutes slip away from her as she stood contemplating her failure to her friend. Finally she found her feet moving forward until she was right outside, but whether Cwmfen was inside or not Cercelee didn’t know. Cwmfen? Raped, pregnant, nearly killed. Cercelee hadn’t seen the female since before it had happened, would the Adonis look any different? Would she be any different? When Onus had come, the Rosea had toyed with the idea of finding him, but she knew that Onus took care of Cwmfen better than anyone else could have and that it was better not to interrupt them. Yet when the warrior had returned Cercelee had felt that Oberon’s Springs were like the opposite pole of a magnet, repelling her every time she sought to come near. Now here she was and the female was too nervous to stick her nose in the den entrance and inhale, for fear that perhaps Cwmfen wouldn’t really be there. In fear she’d still be far away, hurt and violated and maybe even alone. Cwmfen? Subconsciously Cercelee held her breath. Though I don't know who you are
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