11-05-2009, 11:32 AM
No table yet because I can't retrieve my code. XD And this WILL be rusty and rambley, I apologize to whomever decides to read it. x.x
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Six months. So much had happened in that time. It was hard for Kol to believe that the last time she'd set foot in Dahlian lands had been back in the middle of spring, when the flowers had only just begun to bloom. She'd awakened on that crisp, clear May morning to the delightful sound of birdsong, the handsome visage of her beloved laying beside her. It had started out as any ordinary day, and had ended ever so twistedly. The woman still had trouble remembering exactly what had happened as the day had worn on, or for several days following the brutal abduction of herself and her brother.[/html]
Drey had come by around midday, asking for some alone time with his sister, and the siblings found themselves wandering farther from Dahlia than planned as they chatted about what was on the russet male's mind. It had grown dark before they'd realized how late it had gotten, and the pair never made it home.
The Dawnrunners had ambushed them in the dark, the siblings' usual nighttime advantages not nearly enough to overcome the size of the attacking group. The last thing the female could remember was the jovial sneer of the one they called Azrael, his blue eyes blazing as someone else took her consciousness away.
The next weeks were nothing but a painful blur, and Kol was more than happy to be unable to see those events clearly. Her next lucid memories were of Elliott finding her, and then of the valiant and bloody rescue days later. The siblings were freed, but not without a price in the lives of two young Stormbringer males barely into maturity. The guilt of their deaths plagued Kol to no end, her hatred for her blood's ancient enemies rising to a barely controlled boil. Elliott was the only one able to hold the young female back from enacting her vengeance as her wounds healed and their children grew in her womb.
The onset of Autumn heralded the coming of the pair's beautiful offspring, a true miracle that they had survived the torturous captivity their mother had faced at the hands of Azrael. For a time, life in Solbjorg, surrounded by her loving family, had been idyllic. That had been until the first of her children had grown ill. The sickness spread quickly to the young pup's siblings, and nothing anyone could do seemed to lessen their suffering or soothe the ailment. One by one, the children of Kol and Elliott slipped into eternal sleep, taking with them the last bit of love their mother had for her homeland.
Now here she was, six months after being ripped from the lands she truly felt were her home, unable to pursue life elsewhere. She stood in her optime form, her violet eyes staring up at the treehouse not far from Flander's Field. Sunlight streamed through the trees to coat the structure in its warm touch. It stood as strong as the day her love had finished its construction, the wood a little worse for wear in the absence of its builder. Elliott assured her he'd follow, having a few things to take care of before settling again in Dahlia, and though she loved her mate with all of her soul she was secretly thankful for the brief chance of solitude. In the midday sun, the edges of the woman's lips twitched in the barest hint of a grateful smile, and she strode forward to lower the ladder that would gain her access to the home she'd left behind.