She had washed her body in the river outside of all pack lands, scrubbing with the lavender she had taken from the banks. Her scent was strong with the sweet flowers scent, and the bath had all but washed out her own pack. Svara didn't need to make her job any harder then it had to be. Once she reached Dahlia though she rubbed up against every scent marker on the border. In one whole day she'd had fun leaving her scent on every fucking tree. Wasn't it fun to tease the already insane? Saticfied about what she'd done, she got into the tree on the border and sit in it, her rabbit she had caught in hand. Hopfully she would spot Cwmfen soon, as it was the tree's large branches hid her well, and her scent was all around so it to was useless to track her position.
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She hadn't had to go long before she got there. Dahlia de mai was still the same to her, still reaking with the smell of the white ice queen and her chocolate stain. A snort emitted from the beautiful but scarred women. She was no longer a puppy, a little girl. No, she was much stronger and bigger then that now. Svara hadn't been to stupid. She knew how it worked, how the senses looked for an abnormality in every day life. She was sure the black fae would not be pleased about this, but it didn't bother Svara in the least. No... not today it didn't. Yellow eyes searched, only one able to see what she looked at.
07-07-2009, 01:39 AM
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http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... eather.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ Within the past several days, the pregnant warrior thought often of Anu’s words. Slowly, a quiet contentedness had settled over her, and acceptance was able to ease her troubled mind. The hand of her weakened left arm settled beneath her belly to aid in its support. She found that it was not simply life that could be felt within her mind but life that could be felt also physically. Occasionally, she could feel something stirring faintly within her. It was a strange experience for the woman forced into motherhood. And yet, despite the increasing weight and breadth of her stomach, she continued to move about. Movement grew easier as the wound upon her right leg slowly healed, but the compensation of that added weight was occasionally difficult to handle. The woad marked fae, however, easily adjusted to the sublte changes each morning when she rose with the dawn. As Cwmfen steadily moved along the boarders, the limp lessening and the fluidity regained, she listened to the quiet world. And the light of the day seemed to lift away the gritty darkness that threatened upon her soul, though not completely. For a brief moment, the black fae paused, allowing the brief moment of sun to warm her body before it disappeared. The wind carried a strange scent upon it—it belonged to some sort of flower, but she did not know its name. It was strange, unnaturally strong and overly sweet for the woman’s taste. With a swift calculation, the warrior adjusted her course. The black fae found the sweet scent upon the markers of Dahlia’s boarders, and a mild irritation flickered in those white orbs. She recognized the scent that was intermingled within that floral smell, though why such a thing was applied was beyond the lupine female. With her white eyes turned up into that tree, the black fae snarled, and yet somehow that snarl was gentle upon her features, that wild ferocity beautiful upon the features of that wild wolf. It was only the optime shape that now held the woman, unable to shift down for the wounds and the litter she bore. Her ruff rose thickly, the woad bound ears pushed forward in aggression. Her body responded instantly, and the song of the Raven Spear lifted fiercely within her hand. The weapon was lifted, held now and poised to be thrown. Within her right hand, it was held still, the Spear’s blade biting the air with cold, ruthless metal. And then the song changed, it’s melody leveling out, the Raven Spear ready to be thrown, ready to bite into its target. But the woad warrior simply held it there, that song of war humming quietly in her mind. "What are you doing here?" The warrior’s voice was soft, unmarred by the aggression of her appearance. "Who are you to mark the boarders?" As she had told Svara and as she had promised Haku, the red girl before her was an enemy of the pack, and the warrior would do what she must. In such a respect, it could be said that her ways were similar to that of the Lilium.
07-07-2009, 09:56 AM
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http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa22 ... able45.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> As she sat in the tree Svara thought about everything that had happend thus far to make her who she was. A father who liked her to the extent to have sex with her. A pack that hated her becuase she could never fit in. Finally an enemy, and now she had her own home and family. All of it happening in such a short time. Leaning back on the trees branches she let her leg hang down, her red hair pulled up out of her eyes. Svara saw the adnois before she had her pretty white eyes on her. By the time she had noticed her location the tall red she wolf was crouched down before her rising to a standing posistion. The constable felt no concern when seeing the womens weapon lifted at her. As a healer it wasn't hard to find imperfections, a wounded leg, and pregnant. Svara couldn't say anything as she stared down at the Adonis belly. How could Cwmfen be.....pregnant? Letting the thought drop Svara was quick to let her gaze go back to the black she wolfs face. The women was snarling at her, like a child really. Had the hormones already broke her wall like composure? No emotion crossed Svara's face, only her yellow eyes showed her anger. "I knew it would get your attention. Since I am pretty close to your den." Svara said dully, she had lived there or sometime. "Put your bloody weapon down. It's obvious that I'm next to harmless." Svara muttered her lips pursing in irritation. "I'm here because I figured your lillium knew he was unwelcome at Cour Des Miracles." The she wolf didn't change her additude any, even though she wondered how many lives she would destroy if she set this land a blaze. Not that she would, if would take some really bad situation to push her to such an extreme.
"What happened between me and Haku is between me and him. Frankly I really don't blame him for what he did. Even so he is not welcome on our lands, and he was so kind to interigate one of my blind pack members for information. Didn't think he was that immature, but you learn something new everyday. The constable stated, while scratching her ear a bored look on her face. Looking over to Cwmfen again her eyes went to the womens stomach. "So...when ya gonna have mini ones?" Interest was in her voice, not that she could help it.
07-07-2009, 10:53 PM
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07-07-2009, 11:56 PM
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"Oh the great Adonis admits her lack of knowledge? I thought I'd never see the day!" The constable rolled her eyes with a laugh. "I'd say your only a month in, so you've got a long way to go mommy." Looking at the womens barely swollen stomach she wondered what it was like to have children. So many others had had them, but she never really thought about it before. Probably a bad idea for her since she didn't get along with young ones well, maybe she'd be better off with her own? "It's probably nice to have something to look forward to." Slight envy filled her husky tone. Suddenly she realized something. "Who will deliver them? You have no healer.... that I know of, unless Deuce is still around?" The thought of Deuce made her angry, but she swallowed it not letting the anger break her good mood.
07-09-2009, 01:34 AM
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07-14-2009, 01:23 AM
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07-14-2009, 10:22 PM
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The mention of Alexy only made her mood turn sour. She really didn't like that girl. Not ever since she had met her when Firefly had been giving birth. "Do what ever you want. It's your spawn." Svara said her tone bored and revealing no hint of her irritation. She was starting to get good at hiding her anger. Of course she wasn't able to hide her confusion. Why was she here? The red female had to think about it for a moment. Had she really come back so she could see the land? A small smile lifted her lips as she looked down at the ground. "Even a tainted soul can feel sorrow." She murrmured lightly. [/html]
07-14-2009, 11:34 PM
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http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee19 ... eather.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Bleh, crap >n< 500+ "Perhaps not in the way you speak," the quiet alto replied, "but there are other ways of knowing." And so the woman had known the girl in a different way, in a more subtle way perhaps. It was the same way in which she understood a little of all the members of her pack. Yet, because Svara had remained within her den, the black female had known her more than she knew many of the others. It was not the best way of knowing, the woman could say, but it was certainly not the worst. The woad marked female shifted momentarily to her right leg to allow the left to rest, but she could only hold it for a brief moment before she shifted back to her original position. The Raven Spear hummed softly in her hand with contemplation as she straightened it, placing the butt upon rain softened earth, although she did not lean upon it. "It is not of control but of command, of guidance, that I speak." Cwmfen wondered if the girl approached leadership in such a way, and she wondered what it was that had moved the girl to accept that position beneath the one armed dog. But it was command and guidance were the purposes of the alpha of the pack. Control would not get one very far—that was what Corvus had done. Those that he had lead, however, had fallen beneath his control, but the crow wolf also knew how to manipulate others in a strange way. She wondered, then, if he had also manipulated her, if he had somehow summoned her and she had gone to him. It was possible, the black fae knew. There was a brief pause. She knew the passion that came with the action of protecting, and that passion of battle and of war was like nothing she had ever known. Its song was beautiful, moving through her soul as nothing else had. Upon the fields of ice, that song had accompanied the ancient hum of survival, and so she had been able to persist, to rise above the simplicity of a wolf’s battle and to succeed and live. But to protect one that she loved? "I can imagine it," the alto melody replied at length. Once, the woman had protected her pack because that song of war had been enough. Now, however, she knew love, that one emotion that could be felt with an intensity that the warrior had never known, for her emotions had been diluted with the enlightenment of her martial ways. Yet, she could only imagine it. Had Onus ever required her protection? She did not think so. "I will do what I see fit," the alto replied. It was strange, perhaps, but already the woman was beginning to make the mental preparations for the expected litter. Had she been able to, the woman would have, no doubt, begun to rearrange her den. The wounds, however, were still stiff, especially with the depth of that wound upon her leg, and so she had not been able to access her own home, content, for now, to sleep at the tunnel’s mouth. Perhaps there had been no reason to worry about her life, for Svara said nothing in response to her query. The black wolf could handle herself, and she had thus far, truly relying upon others only when there upon the brink of that dividing river with Death pulling at her soul. The white eyes considered the girl. "Why do you feel sorrow?" the alto asked quietly.
07-15-2009, 09:39 AM
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"Well if you can imagin it then maybe you understand it." Svara said after a little while. A small smile lifted the corner of the red wolfs mouth. She couldn't figure out why she was still here, she should already have left. It was Dahlia that she had come for, or staid for. She ignored the womens comment, since all the adonis ever did was what she wanted. Was that why Svara liked her so much? "I wish I knew why I did. Sometimes I just wake up and feel it deep in my gut. I figure it's probably guilt sinking her claws into my soul." Svara said on a chuckle. "And here lay my mistakes with you. I have to stop veiwing you as my friend." Jumping out of the tree the constable stood her full height and started walking away. "Goodbye Adonis and sorry about the lavender." Svara called out not looking back as she started walking home. [/html] |
