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<3 So sorry for the wait hon. I actually did have this typed up yesterday at work, but didn't get the chance to finish it between customers before I had to leave. x.x
He was back in his favorite haunt again. Silently, stealthily, the black shadow moved throught the splintered moonlight as it peeked through the dense canopy of the woods, his upright optime body moving with a grace that belied his muscled build. The inverted silver cross that dangled from the black silk cord around his neck flickered little glimpses of light amongst the shadows. Intense blue eyes were calm and cold, simply taking in the details around him in the thick darkness. Aiden was at home here, a part of the very shadows that dwelled in Ethereal Eclipse.
There was no set destination or purpose for the dark male's midnight wanderings. He simply couldn't sleep, plagued once more by nightmares stemming from his youth. He could still smell the blood of his mother as she lay dying, the victim of his own father as she'd protected her tiny son from his insanity. The Oriel child knew now, of course, that the beast that murdered his mother wasn't truly the kind soul of his father, but another, darker being taking possession of Fly's physical form. Bloodbane. Even now, the male's hackles rose and a shiver traced along his spine at the very thought of that name, of that insanity in his beloved father's crimson eyes. And even now, fear gripped his heart as he thought of the ever-present threat that the monster could someday come to claim his body for its own. It was the curse of the Agaric males.
His thoughts encircling him, Aiden paused his steps and drew his body into the shelter of a huge hollowed-out oak tree. The bare trunk was large enough to shelter a bear, and by the faded scent and leftover brown hairs, the male realized that had probably been precisely what had used this shelter in the past. The blackness within the hole swallowed the werewolf easily, and Aiden heaved a sigh of relief as he made himself comfortable. As the night wore on, he was one with the darkness, his hand caressing the silver cross as his thoughts pursued another, more subtle, realm of shadows.
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It happens, don't sweat it! <3
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_____Out to the west of their camp lied more of the dense forestry that Laurel hadn't really explored. The last time he had made his way out there, he had ended up finding another shore and with it a rather nasty woman from Dahlia de Mai. Since then, since the sickness had spread, he hadn't really stepped away from Esper Hollow at all. Booze bottle in hand, he decided to drag himself away from the area long enough to clear his mind and think. There wasn't even hardly enough alcohol left on hand to phase him, which was probably a good thing.
_____If it was one thing he had remembered from his night with Nikita, it was her telling him about keeping up appearances. But out there in the depths of the dark forest, there wasn't really anyone to keep up appearances to, other than the trees. Most of the activity, from travellers to passer-bys had come from their east. So the more quiet, more dark and deep the west seemed, the more allure it had to it. But he couldn't stay away too long, he had been needed much more than before and seemingly looked at as more of a leader than the days before. So in honour (or dismay) of that, he took a long swig from the bottle.
_____“I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today,” came his voice to break the quiet night air, singing to himself simply out of habit. When the words failed him, he carried on humming, sauntering around so loosely that it almost seemed like he didn't have a single problem in the world. If only that were true, if only. But eventually things would be better, he hoped. Whether they buried the dead or they got better, things would go back to the normalcy he had been used to for so many years.
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