12-14-2009, 11:23 PM
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Coco-puff! 300+
Today was frighteningly sinister; something abnormal had befallen Dahlia de Mai overnight. Alexey most definitely hadn't foreseen any of the recently occurred events. It still baffled her, how the chocolate Lilium had earned the privilege to wear the Rosea's crown. But, as selfish as it made her seem, Dahlia de Mai's leadership came second in terms of importance. Conor was her main preoccupation. He'd moved out of the house without warning. She'd anticipated such a thing, and yet, it did not make it any easier to handle. The Acer lingered behind after the meeting was adjourned, waiting for her fellow Dahlians to regain their homes. A glance was spared to the new Rosen, eyes of honey narrowed into burning slits of uncertainty. Recollections would occasionally overwhelm her conscience, catapulting the Koios femme into a sea of fear and anxiety. She knew what dangerous being lingered behind those crystal blue orbs; a madman was now at the head of their beloved pack.
Conor's departure was her cue to get moving again. It was her turn to leave the desolated town square behind, and she promptly did so, not sparing a single glance for the new Alpha. It was pouring a little harder now, raindrops stinging her warm-hued orbs as she broke into a trot in order to keep up with the Soul boy. "Conor!" she half-barked, seemingly out of breath. Her breathlessness had nothing to do with exhaustion, though. A thick veil of uneasiness had settled over her, an indirect result from the last few days she'd spent alone. She couldn't stand the idea of him not being within close proximity. "You left me," she stammered on, suddenly halting in her steps. Her tone of voice was neither angry nor accusing. Au contraire, it was interlaced with horribly concealed desperation. He needed to hear this, even if it made things more complicated than they already were. So she waited for him to turn around and face her, wanting nothing more than to mend their bruised relationship.
Today was frighteningly sinister; something abnormal had befallen Dahlia de Mai overnight. Alexey most definitely hadn't foreseen any of the recently occurred events. It still baffled her, how the chocolate Lilium had earned the privilege to wear the Rosea's crown. But, as selfish as it made her seem, Dahlia de Mai's leadership came second in terms of importance. Conor was her main preoccupation. He'd moved out of the house without warning. She'd anticipated such a thing, and yet, it did not make it any easier to handle. The Acer lingered behind after the meeting was adjourned, waiting for her fellow Dahlians to regain their homes. A glance was spared to the new Rosen, eyes of honey narrowed into burning slits of uncertainty. Recollections would occasionally overwhelm her conscience, catapulting the Koios femme into a sea of fear and anxiety. She knew what dangerous being lingered behind those crystal blue orbs; a madman was now at the head of their beloved pack.
Conor's departure was her cue to get moving again. It was her turn to leave the desolated town square behind, and she promptly did so, not sparing a single glance for the new Alpha. It was pouring a little harder now, raindrops stinging her warm-hued orbs as she broke into a trot in order to keep up with the Soul boy. "Conor!" she half-barked, seemingly out of breath. Her breathlessness had nothing to do with exhaustion, though. A thick veil of uneasiness had settled over her, an indirect result from the last few days she'd spent alone. She couldn't stand the idea of him not being within close proximity. "You left me," she stammered on, suddenly halting in her steps. Her tone of voice was neither angry nor accusing. Au contraire, it was interlaced with horribly concealed desperation. He needed to hear this, even if it made things more complicated than they already were. So she waited for him to turn around and face her, wanting nothing more than to mend their bruised relationship.