01-02-2010, 06:51 AM
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Come here, you Russian cutie! 
387 - SSWM
387 - SSWM
These days seemed to fit Brooklyn's mood. Cloudy, sullen, although she had outgrown the temper-tantrums of youth. She was over a year old now. She could go out and meet cute boys, flirt with them, seduce them. And yet there was a strange sense of longing for some who had left her. Chief among them was Gael, the strange wolf-coyote she had met so many moons ago. Brooklyn was sensible enough to know she didn't love him, that she never had. Still, he had stirred deep within her a longing for the abandon of love, for the reckless way in which one could throw themselves into something and forget about the world around. She wanted the adventure, the thrill, the utter joy of being in love. Which was why she had finally decided to come and see Gael. Or the ghost of him, anything, a trinket that could remind her of what had never been.
It was eerie to come back to Inferni. The memory of the beating she had received from the scarred female was still fresh in her mind. She would not cross her again. She would not upset anyone on these lands. The sea smashed against the shore with an eerie sort of whisper, almost drawing the body toward it. She gazed out into the distance, as she had the day she'd met Gael. She felt carefree now, though there had been dreams to plague her. A white wolf, almost ancient he seemed. He came to her and spoke in gentle tones of the life he wanted for her. She didn't listen. They sat around a camp fire, him smiling in infinite wisdom, she a fidgety child with no attention span. He wanted nothing more than to have her listen. She would force herself awake and then simply stare at the ceiling. Shaking her head, Brooklyn looked around. She'd expected someone to come and jolt her, to try and get her to leave, but it seemed that the coyotes had other things on their minds. Tell me, surf and sea, where is Gael? Has he returned? It was foolish to speak to the water like a madwoman, but what else was there to do? For once, Brooklyn, who had sought to be alone for so long, found the loneliness almost too much to bear.
It was eerie to come back to Inferni. The memory of the beating she had received from the scarred female was still fresh in her mind. She would not cross her again. She would not upset anyone on these lands. The sea smashed against the shore with an eerie sort of whisper, almost drawing the body toward it. She gazed out into the distance, as she had the day she'd met Gael. She felt carefree now, though there had been dreams to plague her. A white wolf, almost ancient he seemed. He came to her and spoke in gentle tones of the life he wanted for her. She didn't listen. They sat around a camp fire, him smiling in infinite wisdom, she a fidgety child with no attention span. He wanted nothing more than to have her listen. She would force herself awake and then simply stare at the ceiling. Shaking her head, Brooklyn looked around. She'd expected someone to come and jolt her, to try and get her to leave, but it seemed that the coyotes had other things on their minds. Tell me, surf and sea, where is Gael? Has he returned? It was foolish to speak to the water like a madwoman, but what else was there to do? For once, Brooklyn, who had sought to be alone for so long, found the loneliness almost too much to bear.
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