02-10-2009, 08:39 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table2.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> pushitinSo Deuce wasn't here anymore, she was gone from these lands, the knowledge of this sat heavy in Soran's stomach, a dead weight, like a stone. The dark fae sat on a cold rock, twisting a long strand of her curled mane around her fingers, her head bowed, playing conversations that she and Deuce may never have now over and over in her head, what if she had gone for good? What if she never found her again, to have only just regained the presence of the beautiful pale fae in her life to have her taken away so suddenly was more then the ebony grandmother could bear. All around Soran the evening began to close in, the sun was now hovering over the horizon, hiding behind a thick blanket of dark clouds, the air was more chilled than it had been and the small animals that had braved the winter came out to feed in the relative safety of the twilight. pushitinAny other night the ebony fae would have leapt from the rock and persued the rabbits that were now quietly feeding only a few feet away, chewing slowly, their anxious eyes darting to the statuesque female perched upon her rock, they were cautious but they were clearly not afraid, they seemed to know that the still grandmother would not move from that rock, not for them at least. A low sigh escaped the dark lady's lips as she began to fiddle with the necklace that rested at her throat, the silver pentagram that Deuce had given her so long ago, back when Soran had given the pale girl her heart. Silver earrings shone in the fading golden light as her ears twitched, listening to each sound of the world around her, listening but not reacting, her mind was elsewhere and her body was listless, the weight in her stomach, the hole in her heart, it was too heavy, weighing her down. The tall female couldn't bring herself to move at all, not even to go home, to her family, she would eventually, but she doubted that it would be tonight. pushitinSoran's imagination ran wild as she sat there, imagining her pale lady appearing over the crest of the hill infront of her, she imagined throwing her arms around her and holding her. But now that might never happen, oh how she missed that girl. And so the obsidian sergeant sat, her head bowed, her mind playing over what could have been. |