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Deuce Rhiannon · 11-17-2011, 03:15 PM

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She sat on the front stairs, her hands over the bandages on her ribs. It had been worth it, to be sure her pack, her family was safe. They had defeated Maska, imprisoned him. Soran, Fia, Jaz, they were all safe. She wasn't too happy with her boy; he had packed up and left to found his own pack, away from the lands he'd lived in his whole life. But such was life, really. She yawned and stretched, then winced and put a hand to her ribs. That secui had done a number on her. The memory of his eyes still made her feel discomforted. It had been too familiar, too...

She shuddered. She totally didn't want to think of that male, that nightmare. She stood up slowly, her bi-colored eyes looking around. For a moment, she thought longingly of the bottle of whiskey in her room, then she pushed the thought away. She hadn't taken a drink since... Lucifer. She didn't plan on drinking anymore. The drink had cost her too much, too many friends, too much family. She sighed softly, and began limping her way up the stairs to the manor. She wasn't old by any standards, but today she felt it.

The thought of Budha brought a smile to her face. He had told her she was only as old as she acted. She tried to keep up the acting young, but the cracked ribs made it hard. At least her ribs weren't broken. Broken ribs could kill her. Cracked and bruised ribs were miserable, but not deadly.

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Soran Aatte · 11-18-2011, 07:20 PM

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MIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Big Grin

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The sable female had been wandering about the lands all day, she had risen early, as was in her usual nature and had been wandering ever since. It was strange tot he dark Tribune, now the war was over one did not need to be forcefully vigilant at the borders, one could take a leisurely stroll around the lands, it was strange but it was far, far from being an unwelcome feeling. The dark female's arm was still in its sling, the wound had almost healed, but the internal damage had clearly been more than Soran had initially thought and so it was still sore to move, it was getting better in stages, but was moving far too slowly for the ebony female who had always been such a huntress. She was loathing being injured now, she was unable to shift into her Lupus form in order to chase her prey, it was making her feel a burden to the pack, although more often than not she was able to kill her own prey by throwing her hunting knife, still she felt that the other pack members felt that they needed to care for her. To prove them wrong she had taken her throwing knife with her this day, she had killed two fat rabbits, which were now slung over her shoulder, yes they would make a good meal, perhaps she and Deuce could share a meal together tonight, she had barely seen her pale mate recently. Soran didn't feel that she looked quite herself today, the injury to her arm made it difficult her the ebony Tribune to braid her own hair and so she had asked her daughter, Rain to do it for her, the dark girl had complied happily, but had given her mother two french braids, one on either side of her head and she had adorned the plaits with feathers "to take the focus away from the grey, mom." Soran was not sure how she felt about it, but the braids were far more practical than having her curled mane flowing loose and free when she was trying to focus and hunt so she had had to accept what her daughter had done to her mane. The dark female was walking back to the house now, she had already set her mind on the idea that she would start a fire and then call for her pale mate to feast on her catch of the day, to spend some quality time together, after all the pair had much to discuss.

Just as she was thinking this the house loomed into view and who should be entering it but the pale female that Soran's heart seemed to beat for. A smile captured the ebony female's lips and she was unable to move it from her face. Thr truth was that whenever she saw her pale mate her heart would skip a few beats, falling into an excited, erractic rhythm, this was the most intense love that the dark lady had ever felt for anyone, save for her children, but that was a different kind of love. Without really thinking about it the sable Tribune sped up her pace, padding towards the house quickly, her arms aching with longing, as if they felt empty without Deuce in them. She padded as quickly as she could, green eyes never leaving the form of her pale lover, she was truly beautiful, in Soran's eyes there was no wolf, male or female that could even attempt to match the alabaster female's looks. The Tribune was very, very deeply in love it seemed. A further smile caught the dark lady's lips as she remembered how she had noticed all of the little items that were appearing in her room, she and her mate still had seperate bedrooms but it seemed that the pale female was secretly moving in, this made Soran's heart soar and leap when she thought of it, to wake up with Deuce ever single morning would be a gift she would be forever grateful for. Soon enough Soran was close enough to Deuce to call her, the butterflies in her stomach flipped and danced, she had not had this feeling since she had been a young wolf, it was strange how the pale lady made her feel so young again, almost as if time had reversed so that they might continue from where they had left off all of those years ago.
"Deuce! Deuce my love, how are you?" The lady called as she approached, arriving next to her pale lover in almost no time at all. With her good hand she reached to stroke at Deuce's cheek, before pulling her close to her, intending to give her a tender kiss.

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