01-11-2010, 09:39 PM
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End soon, ja? Plenty more coming up :] 300+
The world went away. Nothing remained and nothing mattered but the adoration she felt for the boy – Everything about him; his thoughts and opinions were all invaluable to her. He was the jewel of her existence, the good amongst the bad, and the angel on her shoulder. For him to feel such a high level of distress was expected, but he handled it with stunning maturity. She, on the other hand, struggled to remain level-headed, up and above the withering hopes deep within her heart. If someone like Conor, barely a year of age, could handle the situation with impeccable composure, then she would do her best to reward him with a similar response. But it was incredibly hard, knowing that her efforts would all be in vain; she could not save Dahlia de Mai from the Rosen’s malice. She had luckily managed to do so with his two sons, but only because he had granted her the permission to raise them. This would not happen again. This time, Haku Soul had plans for the entirety of the pack. Did Conor realize this?
Wholesome horror lit her eyes afire, concern multiplying with the apprehension of it all. He was a grown man now; a smart one, capable of unconditional love amongst many other things; killing being one of those things. Somewhere behind those lavender orbs, genetic immorality lay hidden, waiting to be awakened by rage and fury. Conor was a pawn to his father, and the cinnamon femme was beginning to fear for his life. “I don’t know what her reasons are but we’ll find out soon enough,” she replied flatly, hoping to veil her frustration with their former Rosea’s absence. The boy’s inquiry had summarized her thoughts perfectly; how could she have done this? “Whatever happens, don’t let him break you,” Alexey did not have the privilege of being with Conor every moment of every day, and the thought of him getting hurt was almost too much for her to stomach.
The world went away. Nothing remained and nothing mattered but the adoration she felt for the boy – Everything about him; his thoughts and opinions were all invaluable to her. He was the jewel of her existence, the good amongst the bad, and the angel on her shoulder. For him to feel such a high level of distress was expected, but he handled it with stunning maturity. She, on the other hand, struggled to remain level-headed, up and above the withering hopes deep within her heart. If someone like Conor, barely a year of age, could handle the situation with impeccable composure, then she would do her best to reward him with a similar response. But it was incredibly hard, knowing that her efforts would all be in vain; she could not save Dahlia de Mai from the Rosen’s malice. She had luckily managed to do so with his two sons, but only because he had granted her the permission to raise them. This would not happen again. This time, Haku Soul had plans for the entirety of the pack. Did Conor realize this?
Wholesome horror lit her eyes afire, concern multiplying with the apprehension of it all. He was a grown man now; a smart one, capable of unconditional love amongst many other things; killing being one of those things. Somewhere behind those lavender orbs, genetic immorality lay hidden, waiting to be awakened by rage and fury. Conor was a pawn to his father, and the cinnamon femme was beginning to fear for his life. “I don’t know what her reasons are but we’ll find out soon enough,” she replied flatly, hoping to veil her frustration with their former Rosea’s absence. The boy’s inquiry had summarized her thoughts perfectly; how could she have done this? “Whatever happens, don’t let him break you,” Alexey did not have the privilege of being with Conor every moment of every day, and the thought of him getting hurt was almost too much for her to stomach.