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___These lands were haunted now, in her mind. There were bodies that had been slain here, a child, a few adults. The most noticeable death on the lands however, was that of Hollow Nothing. News had spread fast that the male was gone and dead, but Ahemait hardly believed it. Not that a male that her mother had trusted in so fiercely could really be dead it was impossible. Not by the hand of the gods themselves could such a being be slain. And when the news struck the Inferni sands that he was gone and cold, Ahemait had secretly felt the pang of mortality hit her. If such a being could be brought down, then what saved her from a similar fate?
___ When the large house finally came into sight, she increased her pace slightly, the scent of death still clinging slightly in the air, hanging there and still as if to suggest that the area would forever be possesed by the massacre that had occurred on it's soil. As she approached, the figure of the sleeping male caought her attention and she let out a low bark to alert him. He smelled of coy, he looked coy, he was most obviously not a wolf if her memory served her right. "Hey, you alive there?."
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She thought still on turning the nimble mare around and returning to the small shamble that she and her children had separated off at. Her sons needed her mother than her daughter, but it had been that way since their infancy - Demetrii especially was the more quiet, soulful child. She missed him perhaps most of all, if only because he fed the dependency in her. He hadn't wanted to leave, but Abaddon had eventually taken his brother by the hand, smiled softly at their mother, and nodded to her plan. They had no attachment to the Inferni clan, and even less to any specific family other than their own small, nuclear unit. They didn't need to go back the way Ahemait wanted to. They had nothing to see, nothing to gain, nothing to prove. Knowing that there was a good chance the two boys had stayed together gave her a bit of peace and allowed her to press on.
With a toss of her sable hair she adjusted the small knapsack that hung loosely over her shoulder and gave the silver mare a small pat on the neck. She still had not named the creature, and was not quite as skilled a rider as she had hoped. It made travel slower, and dusk was already falling around them. The sunflower sea was not something she really remembered, but she knew that she was getting close. It was enough that she felt comfortable thinking about camping here for the night. She led the horse in a slow circle (half of her design, and half of inexperience) until the hooves had stomped down a decent patch in which they could camp. She stopped, swung her long legs off the mare, and got down.
She began making her crude campsite, but still felt a sort of emptiness. She had not really expected the loneliness after all.
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