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The man moved slowly over the Dahlian border, slightly limping. This complete lack of strength was foreign to him. He was tired, and more than anything the Lilium of Dahlia de Mai wanted to sleep, sleep for a very long time. The black goddess was by his side, his blood still coursing through her veins. It was an exhilarating thing. Never before had Haku been more certain in his judgement of another being. She was him, and he was her, they were going to be together. Where he was violent and spontaneous, she was twisted and calculating. Two brilliant halves forged into one when close. He leaned at her, at times heavier than he thought was comfortable for her, but his body was not his own. The blood loss had been severe, and he had not been able to reach Dahlia before the day after. This was a good thing, so that the injuries had stopped leaking and visibly belonged a few days in back, merely half a day before he had ruined Svara.
The woman next to him knew the altered version well. Truth be told, the reddish female had begged for it, so all in all this was her fault. He had tried to leave several times, but she had not allowed him to. When she had attacked him, then he stood free to attack her. Haku did not see why he should be blamed, but he knew that Svara would never reveal the true version as long as it was clear that this was her doing. He was certain she would want to destroy him. Maybe that was why she had allowed him to hurt her. Maybe it was all staged. The Lilium did not grant her such a compliment. She could not outwit him. If she and her mate wanted to take him down, then he would show them what hell was. He was going to fix this. He and his beautiful, dark woman were going to fix this. The male panted heavily, out of breath from a walk that normally wouldn’t have increased his heart rate over normal walking pulse.
He lifted his face up towards the morning sky and let out a howl, a request for the Rosea and Adonis. He had to get there first; he would smooth things out and present the situation as it should be presented. This was not his fault, although the story had been slightly altered for safety sake. Truth be told, this was mainly because he did not trust his co-leaders anymore. Cwmfen was with the coyote that wished harm upon him for something only he knew (Haku surely did not know), and Cercelee knew very well what he was capable of – would she believe him at all? Svara was a mad, pathetic woman, this was well known, and he would reveal to them exactly how pathetic and vain she could be. His body was weak, although some of the cuts were not deep. He was a male, superior to the reddish loner, and so his general injuries would not be too fatal. The bite in his neck was a fatal one, an excuse for him to take it all out and fight for his life. If Lillith had not been there to help him cover up the wound until it slowed it’s bleeding, he would already have been dead.
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She’d never heard of a group named Dahlia de Mai before, and she had very little desire to learn more about them. Packs were trouble; their hierarchy was simply barbaric. The madwoman had only bowed down to one man in her lifetime, and he was gone. It would not happen again. Haku Soul was her companion, not her superior. They stood on equal grounds; he possessed valuable assets, unique qualities. Lillith was untamable, and so was he. Four years had passed, and their infatuation for each other had grown exponentially. She would redeem his soul and save him from the darkness. He, on the other hand, would help her achieve supremacy.
Azathoth had fallen because the visionary’s plan had been to rid the world of sinners. The ashen femme had a different alternative in mind; one that would make her succeed where Thavardo had failed. Beasts would become allies, starting with her bloodstained beau. No complaints were made pertaining to the weight on her shoulders. It was nothing compared to what she’d previously endured. Lillith had chosen to support him on his trek back to Dahlia de Mai; the decision had come from her, and her only.
They stopped walking, and her malachite orbs quickly darted to the gash on his neck. Although his blood had coagulated, stitches were still needed. She could only hope this meeting would be brief. Her eyes were unaccustomed to the sunlight, as daylight hours were normally spent in a deep slumber. It made her uncomfortable, and the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other demonstrated her escalating annoyance. The wait was worth it though, if it meant pleasing her blue-eyed beast.
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Cwmfen’s actually somewhere in the Trenches on the 29th, but maybe she runs really fast...? ^=^;;;
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Cwmfen was on her return home, returning from the ancient castle that held many memories of her homeland. The young man, Haven, had proved to be no foe, and together the two had partaken in a mutual training—it was similar to the meeting, she decided, with Ezekiel de le Poer. While these young men may not have been members of her pack, and indeed, one was a member of the rivaling clan, she had found a goodness within them. The warrior had said it before: one can never truly know another until they fight. As a warrior, she believed this to be true. The quality of the other’s soul could be determined through such a thing, and because the warrior listened to the songs of war, such a thing was quite acute within her mind. Even when she had fought Brennt, she had understood what the male was; intrigued by that yellow-eyed predator, she had known him through that other, more intimate way of knowing. But that male, unlike Ezekiel, Haven, and Onus, was not based upon an honor system but upon a system built of a jealous, injured soul.
And so, having happened upon Haven, the woad warrior returned now to her packlands. And she paused, lifting her ears to behold the call upon the air. That voice was familiar, unmistakable. And that song called for both the Adonis and the Rosea. The warrior was immediately alert: what would cause the solitary Lilium to call upon the leaders of Dahlia de Mai? Though already traveling at an elevated pace, the black fae broke into an easy run, her fluid movements allowing her to glide with seeming effortless strides across the landscape. Badb within her hand hummed quietly to her, gleaming hungrily in the light as the Raven flew overhead, his head tilted to compensate for that missing eye. And the warrior acknowledged the powers of her Dream as she moved toward that call having fallen silent. The white eyes were alert, expecting trouble. And yet she did not believe that she would find trouble at the boarders, for the urgency within that call had not been to such an extent. Nevertheless, the warrior, as a warrior should be, was prepared for anything that would appear.
Cwmfen caught the Lilium’s scent, laced with that of another, that scent strong enough to tell the warrior that its carrier was present. As her pace slowed to an easy trot, the warrior approached them, coming from behind as she crossed the boarders. "Haku," the golden alto called in greeting, alerting him of her approach. Those white orbs briefly acknowledged the black fae that accompanied him, knowing immediately the nature of her soul. And so the woad warrior was wary, though she did not question the Lilium’s choice of companion, knowing that he would not bring danger willingly beyond the boarders. And it was ironic. The last time she had seen him, he had come to her den to do just that, to question her choice and judgment. There was marginal resentment, if such a diluted emotion could be called such, for his lack of trust, and she would not forget what had occurred upon that day. Nonetheless, that did not change her loyalty. She was not ignorant—she had known since her Long Nights the nature of this soul, even if he had suddenly changed.
As she neared him, those white eyes saw clearly what the wind had taken from her nose. And yet, save for the one upon his neck, the wounds seemed superficial, though he was visibly weakened, leaning upon the woman at his side. The warrior was concerned, not because of the wounds and not because of an attack upon a member. She was concerned because this was Haku, and she had rarely seen him in such a condition. With silent steps the warrior came around to face them, preventing the Lilium from having to turn to greet her, if he would. The white orbs met the Lilium’s gaze as if searching for something. Then the Adonis bowed silently to the superior wolf. Upon rising, the alto melody was taken in question: "What happened?" The obvious. It was the obvious that must be initially approached.
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Last to the gathering and it was unlike her, but she hadn’t been much herself lately. Where once there was brimming energy to burn and compassion to spare, weariness took over and cynicism clouded her compassion. Having had to turn out not one, not two, but three members of Dahlia, placing a life long ban on them, had exhausted her. The demands of “motherhood”, while rewarding, were certainly exhausting. It had all happened so fast, the white Rosea had no time to prepare herself, no prior warning, and it was taking some time to bounce back. Or maybe it had just changed her. Her energy would return, she knew that, but would she be able to so freely hand out her loyalty and compassion to the new souls admitted to the pack, as she had for the three that were now enemies of the pack?
Yet as she approached the group her weariness was perfectly masked. Her ability to flawlessly disguise or ignore any emotions or physical burden had not diminished despite not having used it. Ever since getting so close with Slay she had no reason to deceive others so, and it was to her, a bit of a puzzle now while she chose not to let Cwmfen and Haku, Haku especially, know how worn down she was. She had let others, lesser wolves, know, and she let Slay know, but not them. Not her two subleaders. Not the madman, and not the weird raven women she found beside him.
Navy eyes took in the scene as she held herself high and erect, though small and petit she was. Cwmfen had already asked the question that hung in the air and so she merely looked to Haku, drained of his blood and strength and her eyes questioned him. Secretly she wondered which of them was more worn down. Turning to the stranger, her cynicism running strong, her voice was warm enough to mask her skepticism. “Who are you?”
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They would believe in him if he himself fully believed in it. The memory could easily be altered, and it had been made into something acceptable, although he was still sceptical of the Rosea’s opinion because of their past. Things seemed to run smoother now, but they had been far worse off. It was almost sad, because she would soon fall hard. His eyes sought his Adonis entering the scene quickly, her eyes for a short moment revealing that she knew what sort of demon that possibly possessed his raven companion. His own eyes drifted to seek out those turquoise stars, and his soul bloomed by the sigh of the dangerous creature. The greediness overwhelmed him, but the surface stayed pleasantly calm, despite the raging storm underneath.
Cercelee arrived moments later and everything was settled. Truth be told, the man still did not know if she was dead or alive, but the safety net had to be made now, while it was all fresh and he was still in control. He breathed heavily, the world gently moving up and down like an ocean, despite the concrete and stable ground underneath his clawed paws. ”I might have killed Svara.” the man stated, answering the question the raven warrior had let rise when she entered the scene. It would be very interesting to see their reactions, because he seemed unable to anticipate the outcome of this. ”I met her in southern Halifax, and the bitch would not let me be, and in the end she attacked. I could not allow such an act go unpunished." They knew him, and therefore they very well knew this.
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The stampede in her mind grew thunderous. Exposing herself would bring nothing but trouble, she could feel it. Even the Lilium’s presence wasn’t enough to soothe her insecurities. A stiff breeze brought forth a smell, followed by a shadow looming in the corner of her right eye. She stiffened momentarily, clearly ill at ease with the person approaching from behind. Her beau’s name reached her ears and the stranger came around, finally infiltrating her vision. She was an odd one. The madwoman briefly noted the female’s achromatic eyes; did she not have any pupils?
Lillith’s role was a silent one, hence why she did not provide the first woman with a greeting. Instead, she observed. The silent reverence hadn’t gone unnoticed; if anything, the way the Adonis had shown submission to the blue-eyed beast had filled her with a strange satisfaction. Haku Soul was definitely an influential man. It wasn’t long before another female showered up, this one directly acknowledging her presence. “Lillith," she answered simply, in a rather monotonous tone of voice. The Stormbringer femme knew who her interlocutor was; the Lilium had briefly described her on the way there. There was no need to ask for her name.
Haku spoke, his co-leaders listened, and Lillith observed.
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Cwmfen acknowledged Cercelee with a slight, graceful bow and an amiable smile in her white eyes. The black fae trusted and respected the leader of her pack more so than any other member of the pack. But the smile of those eyes did not reflect upon the woad bound maw, for the matter at hand was nothing to smile about. One of the leaders of the pack had returned wounded, requiring the aid of the turquoise-eyed woman at his side. Lilith, she had said her name was. And she found the situation immediately peculiar, especially because of the way the chocolate Lilium seemed to revere this strange woman. It was not a characteristic she had known of the Lilium, but she would not doubt the possibility of its existence. And she did not know enough of the male’s history in order to make such a judgment. Perhaps this black fae was an acquaintance of the past. The woad marked warrior didn’t know. She knew only what she had seen in the last few moments, and that was not enough.
The black fae, while not necessarily expecting them, was not surprised by his declaration. And although the woman had once considered the girl a friend, there was not necessarily a remorse for the death that may have occurred. The girl had made it quite clear, childishly so, that there would be no tolerance within their relationship, and with the broken bond of that relationship of the warrior’s personal life, there was only the relationship of the warrior: Svara was an enemy, not welcome upon these lands. Nevertheless, Death could not be lightly handled—the warrior had recognized that much of this culture’s expectations. The white orbs flickered from Haku to the Rosea: what would it mean if he had killed Svara? But she was silent, expecting some sort of explanation as to why such a thing would have happened, and it was promptly given.
For a moment, the explanation, too, seemed strange—Svara had, after all, simply denied having ever known her. But Haku had been the wolf that had caused her expulsion (of course, more accurately, it had been Svara herself that had caused such a thing). There was a brief nod, curt and practically indiscernible. "She was foolish to do such a thing," the soft melody replied, implying that she had decided to believe the word of the Lilium. Foolish her actions may have been, but she believed also that the girl, if she still lived, and perhaps even if she had died, had served her punishment by the jaws of her believed-to-be victim. Briefly, the woman turned to the Rosea. "I had met her some time ago—there was a mild aggression that was displayed, and it’s probable that she would do such a thing to Haku," that soft melody explained, her words suddenly carrying a military air, as if reporting some fascinating information. The woman returned her gaze to the Lilium, only briefly glancing upon the silent fae, still wondering why she was still here.
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Cercelee met Cwmfen’s eyes as Haku reveled his purpose. The strange women beside him was still a mystery, who she was and why she was the one to help Haku home, but Cercelee ignored her. She was not part of Dahlia de Mai, and while she stayed by Haku, Cercelee did not care to involve her any further. Cwmfen accepted Haku’s story and recounted a meeting with Svara as well, and Cercelee took a breath, hoping to decide what to say by the time she had to exhale. On one hand Svara was already dead to her, along with Firefly and Sabeen. Their faces no longer floated before her in daily thoughts and there was nothing to mourn, they had been gone for a while. Yet Cercelee knew that if Svara lived, or even if she died, Firefly’s ghost would soon be knocking at their door for justice. Not that any was due to either of them but Firefly had a habit of asking for many things she did not deserve.
“Do you know if another pack had taken her in?” Had they, then there might be more trouble. Firefly they could deal with, but tensions with another pack were not something Cercelee looked forward to. There was peace with Crimson Dreams and Phoenix Valley and the Rosea wished to keep it so. Her eyes swept Haku once more, in a more pitiful state than she had ever seen the male before. “And it was her who did this to you?” Her eyes looked back to Cwmfen, for the girl was mostly blind and a lot smaller than Haku. There were holes and gaps in the story, but Svara wasn’t here to tell her side and she wouldn’t get a chance to either.
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Cercelee’s mild doubt, whether it was real or only product of his brain, was expected, and while Cwmfen seemed to believe his words, he doubted the Rosea would swallow any story served by him, regardless if it actually was true or not, without evidence. He gave a curt nod in Cwmfen’s direction, exhaustion in multiple versions apparent. Svara was far from blind, and lived only with her quality sight decreased, one eye especially bad. He was slightly surprised at his co-leaders’ lack of positive interest in Lillith. After all, it was obvious that she was the sole reason he had managed to return home, and Cercelee had always taken care to be polite at the borders, especially if the canines she met were friendly. Was it because she accompanied him? Was it because he was okay with her? If this in fact was a reason why both the other leaders behaved so rudely to his dark heroes, then he was severely disappointed, as they sunk beneath even their own standards.
”No, she was alone in neutral area without any pack scent.” the man replied instantly as the Rosea lifted the question. Did she believe he was that retarded? The pack knew that their Lilium had a short temper, and could be deadly if aggravated badly enough, but he knew what was BAD and what was STUPIDLY BAD. The man suppressed a sigh as Cercelee’s next question hit him. The glance the icy queen gave Cwmfen went far from unnoticed, and he forged his reply. ”As a matter of fact, yes. As you can clearly see, the only proper damage she managed to give me is the bite mark on my throat, which is why I obviously lost it and left her more dead than alive, while I originally would have been much less lethal, as we all know she has a few allies that can cause trouble around here.” Svara was an easy match for him, but if he had not given his best before the fight was well started, it perfectly explained the shallow scratch marks, and it was always possible that the girl had gotten a good aim and actually managed to hit him.
His eyes let of the white woman to return to his newfound queen, his fellow demon. ”Lillith here witnessed most of the fight, and can easily repeat what I just said if you doubt my words, Cercelee.” Her resentment could be his imagination, but he knew the past and it could not have changed much.
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Her feelings correlated with the situation at hand; the atmosphere was thick with tension, just like the ominous warning rattling her brain. Judging by their reaction, it was understood that Dahlians were not to be considered allies. She could understand now, why the blue-eyed beast had sought additional wounds (most particularly the one on his neck). She could not fathom why someone of his stature had to justify himself; it was something she’d eventually look into. His fellow leaders were a potential threat to their forthcoming schemes, and the madwoman grew wary of them rather quickly.
Silence reigned amongst the present females when the Lilium explained the situation. In reality, the events depicted in his confession were news to her. She’d never heard of anyone named Svara, much less witnessed the so-called assault. Haku had never mentioned anything pertaining to his victim, or what she’d done to provoke him. It didn’t bother her in the least bit either. Her lack of curiosity clearly indicated that she just didn’t care what his reasons were. How naïve of them, to think a demon like him would ever allow a mere child to inflict such a fatal wound on his neck, of all places. She felt mild amusement bubble up inside of her, silently wondering if they’d ever realize that it was she who’d emptied Haku of his blood.
The Stormbringer femme hadn’t planned on sticking around much longer, but her beau inadvertently sealed all possible exits by providing her name as a witness. Lillith nodded gravely, in acquiescence with whatever he’d just said. Lying was so ridiculously easy; she could’ve added to his story but it was preferable to keep quiet at this point.
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The woad bound ears flickered. If Svara had indeed been taken in by another pack, there would be much trouble that the Lilium would have caused. And, if such a thing were the case, the woad marked female did not believe that it would be the first time. Her mind fell immediately upon the War between Inferni and Dahlia de Mai, although she had only heard stories of it, having arrived within these lands just as the war ended. But when the Lilium claimed that there had been no distinguishing mark of a pack upon her, the woman was allowed to feel relieved. She believed that this were so, for the Lilium would not lie about such a thing. And the warrior felt that it would be difficult for a pack to even accept the girl Svara because of her behavior. It was the same behavior that got her exiled from the pack, and it was the same behavior that allegedly had brought the blue eyed Lilium to the door with Death upon his jaws.
The woad warrior briefly met the gaze of the Rosea. While Cwmfen nic Graine wanted to believe the word of the Lilium, the story seemed somehow strange. It was unlike Haku to allow a smaller female, inexperienced in the arts of war as she was (and the warrior knew the girl’s skill, having given her marginal training herself), to get so close to lay such a wound upon him. The warrior knew that the Lilium had seen the exchanged looks, but it was he, not they, that returned to the land questionably. She knew that the Rosea had requested from the Lilium to control himself, and thus far, since her joining, he had done well. Although the warrior did not necessarily believe in the limiting of ones freedom, she understood that Haku’s behavior could cause problems—once more the War came to mind. "And what was she doing so close to you," the warrior asked, that quiet melody unwavering in the air.
The woman turned her head, the white eyes finally looking upon the woman whose name appeared to be Lilith. There was a brief moment of silence in which the Adonis regarded her with those steady, quiet eyes that seemed to see beyond what was simply standing before her. Cwmfen could sense some sort of unrefined darkness within the other, but she did not know what to make of that knowledge. As if to aid the Dreamer in her acquisition, the pied Raven glided down, landing upon the Raven Dreamer’s shoulder. The one eye considered the Rosea first before turning upon the one called Lilith. "And why do you expect us to trust the word of a strange loner?" The alto melody of the warrior spoke directly to the female in question, voicing, perhaps, what the Rosea wished to voice as well. It was as if, as Warrior, the Adonis could openly challenge the word of the other, and there was indeed a quiet challenge within those pale eyes.
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“I did not say I doubted your words Haku Soul.” Cercelee hadn’t, she knew well enough that Svara liked to cause trouble when and where she could, and she knew Haku would finished a job started. She only asked so questioned so thoroughly because if they lacked the full story and it was thrown in their faces later, she could not afford her or Cwmfen looking like unformed fools. All the holes had to be patched before they could leave this clearing. More and more Cercelee was beginning to realize the need to be one step ahead of everyone else. Especially when one was the head of a large pack. A pack that sometimes made enemies.
Cold navy eyes drifted to the female, Lillith. Why did a stranger feel so invested in helping this male? Cercelee decided she should not question it, she had herself helped a stranger back from the brink of death. Still the silence of the women was unnerving. Perhaps she was only being respectful, not speaking where it was not her place. She turned back away, knowing she should thank the women for bringing their Lillium home alive but not sure how to voice the words just right.
She turned back to Haku and Cwmfen, content to have the male answer the Adonis’s questions. Only did she give him a look, one she had given him before, imploring him to tell all they needed to know, so that if Svara lived and came back howling for blood, they would know fully the story and be able to say they supported him a hundred percent.
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He could hear his own words echo in his brain, and knew that he could get some harsh and deserved words back for some lack of proper respect. Was his mind playing tricks on him again? Surely both of the females had their doubts about his words despite much of the truth in that story. Perhaps this was paranoia because he had finally lost his control and that with a former pack member. Svara had lived with him for quite a while before she had been kicked out of the house, and then a while after out of the pack. Some would see the whole episode as overall wrong, although he had meant with every fragment of his body that this was well deserved. Many looked harshly down upon rape though, but had it truly been one? If the question had been shoved into his face, he believed that the answer would be wrong. The red wolfess had wanted him to do it, even wanted him to hurt her it seemed, although her pleasure of it all (as if she had finally received what she had always wanted) had driven him into an apparent more controlled, yet far more dangerous rage that had made him unable to leave the scene before she was dying.
He dipped his muzzle towards the Rosea, a small yet respectful gesture that seemed to request her forgiveness for his slightly juvenile reaction. Cwmfen’s next question sounded, and for a moment the man wondered if the black faerie spoke of Svara or Lillith. He figured it was probably the foolish girl. That was a question he could not answer. ”I honestly cannot say, Cwmfen. I was in southern Halifax when she suddenly showed up. Believe me when I say that I attempted to avoid her and walk away from her without charging at her as I desired, but she charged at me when I had turned my back to her and took me somewhat by surprise, I suppose.” Svara should just have let him go. She, perhaps more than many, knew what he was capable of, and so the man was sure that she had been aware of her fate when she had attacked him. The Adonis’ next words were more directed at his beautiful companion than him, but he decided to let a sentence leave his lips before Lillith was able to reply.
”Because she was the only one present, and I assumed it would be helpful with a witness in case this accident becomes something larger.” Truth be told, it had been an accident. When the rage started to boil in his heart, it was very difficult to remove without exploding into a deadly combination of teeth and fangs. He strongly disliked all of this, this mess that he had gotten himself into. Despite the intense pleasure ruining Svara had given him, it had perhaps not been worth it if further consequences arose. He doubted it, as the girl had been alone and obviously still held a loner status. Surely Firefly and the idiotic husky was with her, but they were far from a pack, and he had merely punished the girl and given her what she had seemed to crave all along.
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Their meeting was a blur of sound and motion; part of her felt disconnected from reality. She was standing there with all three of them and yet, none of it seemed real. Why she’d gotten herself involved in this mess, she did not know anymore. A bleak expression adorned her face as her aquamarine gaze flittered from one woman to the other. The darker one seemed skeptical of the story provided; it was the Lilium’s responsibility to answer whatever questions she had, hence why she paid little attention to what was being said. Her indifference vanished though, as a second question rang through the air.
Her composure almost gave way when the haughty Adonis referred to her as a strange loner. The madwoman’s eyes darkened briefly, shamelessly exhibiting her annoyance with the term she’d used. Lillith couldn’t help but wonder why she’d been deemed “strange”, especially when she’d done nothing to be considered as such. Comments were kept to herself, even though she had a few choice words for the so-called warrior. She was the strange one, with those empty eyes and blue markings. There was a silent mockery in her blue-green orbs, apparent enough for little miss righteous to see.
Haku piped up before she could; giving her the opportunity to remain blissfully silent. Before anything else could be thrown at her, the ashen femme lowered her beau to the ground (with his help, of course). Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, long enough for her to bid him a silent goodbye and be on her way. She left all three of them standing there, refusing to withstand their belittlement any longer.
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"Indeed," the quiet melody interjected, "there is no reason for us to doubt the words you speak." And perhaps her words were needless—Haku immediately responded to the white Rosea’s words, a gesture of respect and of apology. The woad marked fae was silent in turn, her eyes watching carefully the behavior and the condition of the Lilium. His words that rang in reply to her query were held carefully, weighed as the hearts in the scales of death. She did not find any discrepancy in behavioral tendencies, and she voiced so aloud. "She venerated you. It would not surprise me if her exile would bring her temper to be a thing with which she would attack you." There was a slight pause. But something was stirred within her as with the winds of the Heavens, for her question of trust was answered not by the one that she had asked.
Her gaze was held easily and unfalteringly against the turquoise eyes, the intensity of those moons fierce and wild, like the archaic wolf and the wild warrior. For a brief moment, that cold stare of her father crossed over her face. But there was no impurity within that gaze, no snide flare, no mocking gleam. There was only that bright ferocity, perhaps a challenge. The white orbs moved from the silent female to the blue eyes of the Lilium as the words of reply were voiced by the male. "I do not mean disrespect, Haku," the quiet melody replied, the tones sharpened like the edge of a blade, "but it was not you that I had asked." But already the silent loner had lowered Haku to the ground, finding his gaze before she departed. The woad marked female did not find such an exchange strange—Haku always had a female somewhere. But the warrior did not like that female. The darkness of that female was not like the darkness of her father, not like a polished shard of obsidian, but like the dirty stone darkened by ashened residue. The white orbs flickered with that quiet and rare ferocity as the female simply left. "Had you had better control, such accidents would not be of our concern."
Never trust too deeply. If there was anything that she had learned upon the white, barren lands of the ice lands, it had been that. Treachery—not to be confused with darkness—lie within the heart of every creature, even within herself. But she had control over herself. She could trust herself. But she could trust deeply only herself. And yet, for now loyalty far surpassed any suspicion that may have arisen. She could not waste such time upon exiles of the pack. Within that moment, there was but the current situation. The white orbs turned from the place were the female called Lilith had disappeared. The pied Raven crowed once as if in laughter. The warrior turned back to the chocolate Lilium, the intensity of her gaze lessened only by marginal degrees, but she did not hold challenge within those eyes. For a moment, the gaze turned to Cercelee, a quiet wondering within that gaze, and lingered there even as her she began to speak. "Do you require aid to return to your home, Haku?" With the final words her eyes had returned to those blue orbs. And that was all. She did not question his company. She did not question his company as he had questioned hers.
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Navy eyes stayed focused on the Lilium as he further explained himself, his actions, the situation. Cercelee nodded to him as he dipped his muzzle to her, acquitting him of his words toward her. So much could be said with no words at all, and it seemed that between the leaders of Dahlia de Mai most of the conversation between the three of them went unspoken. Glances given and exchanged, just the slightest change in body posture. Outside of the circle it meant so much less, but between Haku, Cwmfen and herself, the Rosea perhaps read too much into their meanings. Absent mindedly Cercelee looked to the raven stranger, meeting eyes briefly, but she read no deeper meaning then. Perhaps Cwmfen and her conversed without words, she noted the look her Adonis gave Lillith, but Cercelee was unable to communicate anything.
“We won’t let this situation become anything larger.” It was more of a command than a statement, and she looked to Cwmfen then. Cercelee knew Haku had no desire to escalate it, and she saw the logic in Lillith’s witness testimonial, but it was just a reminder then to both the leaders. Svara on her own was no threat, but one fool could find another and Cercelee had no desire to have anything to do with them. Cercelee looked at the two leaders then, hoping they remembered her wish for both Svara and Firefly removal from Dahlian lands if either were found wandering too close. Svara alone wouldn’t push for anything too drastic, knowing the whole pack was behind Haku, but Firefly at her side would spur them both to foolish actions.
Attention snapped back to Lillith as she left Haku then, and Cercelee watched while the female disappeared from sight. The female headed away from the lands and that was enough for Cer, she glanced once more to Cwmfen and then down at the Lilium. “Thank you for coming to us, but if there is nothing more would you excuse me?” There was much to think on and Cercelee was eager to have some silence in which to arrange her thoughts. Cwmfen knew better than Cercelee how to deal with Haku, it was part of her responsibility as Adonis to bridge that gap, and the warrior had already offered to help the male back home.
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