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The day grew late and the sky glowed with gold as the bright eye prepared to dip below the horizon once more. The woad marked fae had moved throughout the Dahlian lands, occasionally allowing herself to traverse the more familiar places in the unclaimed territory. But the warrior was careful, and she never lingered long. It seemed as if, with the time of birthing growing near (and though she knew not how long it should take, she could sense the time approaching), she required both more movement and more rest. The warrior grew restless, but she knew that at this point any ill-fated even would be fatal to the unborn litter and perhaps fatal even to herself. And the instinct to survive was stronger than any other thought or urge she experienced. Nevertheless, the woad warrior persistently moved through the lands, traveling easier now and once more with that fluidity. The scars no longer snarled in protest, although her right leg could endure much less than it once could. Now, with the setting sun, she felt the fatigue in that leg and returned to her den, though she did not forget to listen to the songs of dusk and wonder at those strange melodies and colours.
A soft smile moved with indiscernible grace across her quiet lips. She had not entered her den since the day before she had attacked Brennt, and she was still unwilling to move inside; the black female did not think that she could fit into the opening she had dug, not in this optime form. While she missed the quiet and cool comforts of her earthen home, she was more than content with the soft foliage at the tunnel’s mouth. She slept there every night under the silent vigilance of the great tree beneath which she had made her home. And there, she could sleep to the lull of the nighttime songs that sung with quiet whispers, to the soft laughter of the stream and to the benign whisper of the trees. The black fae wondered if the pups within her could hear, for surely the peace of the world could quiet their tenebrous potential.
The left hand went suddenly to her stomach, for one had moved within her suddenly. A soft, quiet sound sang briefly from her throat as she considered the movement inside. Yes, she thought silently, I am not ready to Dream. Fluidly, she moved to place the Raven Spear with its belligerent brothers against the tree’s great trunk, and the soft hum of war fell dormant. The white eyes considered the weapons for a brief moment before she continued along the river, moving with that unhurried grace. The pool opened up before her, its cool and slowed waters gentle and calming, bidding her to enter. The water, she thought, was a most powerful force, one that could teach many to be calm when necessary and violent when called. She knelt upon the ledge, placing her legs into the water. She had sat like this when Onus had fished here several days ago.... A quiet sadness entered those white orbs. With a soft sigh, the woman placed her hands against the earth so that she may slip into the cool embrace of the pool.
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yup yup, works for me! 409 words
Tokyo had been fairly reclusive, lately. It was as if the few weeks of forced solitude as she let her wounds heal from that seriously annoying wolf Corvus had awakened within her a misplaced desire for time alone. Princess was out very frequently, much more-so than Tokyo herself, but she did not wonder overlong about it. Her daughter was growing older and more independent. That was fine, as long as she stayed out of any major trouble, which she trusted her daughter to do. After all, with a mother like Tokyo to demonstrate so frequently a smooth and slippery form of lying, how could Princess not wiggle her way out of any situation? She felt rather smug at the thought. Although, it would be nice if Princess told her more about her life, included her just ever so slightly more in it. Sure, they still did things together, but not nearly as frequently as they had when she first entered Dahlian ranks.
The sun was setting, and something inside of Tokyo that had been quiet of late was whining, demanding company. Princess wasn't around, so the Dahlian Scout headed south from her coastal den. There were frequently wolves to be found around Oberon Spring, and surely enough the fresh scent of a friend, Cwmfen, dragged her feet along with more direction. She found the scent's source bathing in the water's of a pool, and distinctly.. pregnant. Tokyo blinked. When had that happened? Had it really been so long since they last met? She thought back. Well, the last time had been the night after Corvus had been a jerk-face. Then she had scratched off four weeks into the wall of the cave that was her den. And then.. it had been a while since then, huh. Wow. Well, this was news! Now poor beautiful Cwmfen would be surrounded by gross, annoying, smelly puppies for like, a long time.
But Tokyo knew that most people tended to be strangely happy about disasters like pregnancies, and she had found it always easier to humor them than to explain to them that they were totally fucking crazy. "Hello!" Tokyo called out, sort of softly. She wasn't sure if Cwmfen had noticed her presence, she looked very peaceful in the water, and she didn't want to startle her. "You're having puppies!" Tokyo exclaimed, stupidly stating the obvious, her softness-of-tone forgotten in an effort to make her voice reflect excitement and happiness she didn't really feel.
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The cool waters welcomed her encumbered form without protest. Her body slid through the surface of the pool as a blade might: without ripple. The lives within her were still, quieted, it seemed, by the soft song of the waters. And the black fae stood in the shallows, the swell of her stomach only partially submerged as she stood there. The white orbs watched the water greet her belly, the soft, imperceptible waves brushing rhythmically against her skin. The water had accepted the growing lives within, and the black wolf knew that she must also. Her hands lifted from the waters as she cradled that foreign swell, so unfamiliar and yet a part of herself. Here, alone in the domain of Nemain, the woad warrior could feel that tranquil contentment. A Gift. The pied Raven of her Dreams had called it. The Morrigan had called it. And she felt as if it were so. All things were Fated, the woman reminded herself, as was this. There was nothing that she could experience of these happenings other than acceptance.
A quiet breath was expelled from the Raven Warrior. Tranquility, like the first drop of rain falling upon her soul.
Cwmfen moved to the deeper waters that fell against the edge of the pool. Her body moved easily, the quieted wound of her leg unable to protest the environment in which it had entered. The woad warrior leaned her head against the green earth, closing her eyes as she allowed her body to relax. She was like Artemis of the Greeks, but she was no virgin. If anything, that swell contradicted such a thing. Perhaps her own triple-goddess was more fitting.
The woad bound ears twitched with the sound of approach, but she recognized that footfall, a familiar rhythm that belonged to her packmate. She did not move from where she was, able to remain still for the lack of a threat. The soft greeting shattered the serene silence, and it was then that the warrior’s eyes opened, her head shifting so that she may look upon the visage of one familiar to her. "Hello, Tokyo," the quiet melody greeted with silver tones that somehow retained a refined sort of formality. A soft, practically imperceptible smile moved across her quiet lips. Much time had passed since she had last seen the boisterous female. The last time, Corvus had still been alive, the earthen hued wolf had been wounded by his jaws. The warrior felt a certain amount of relief for the wounds that had seemed to heal.
The brightness of the black fae’s smile—or so she perceived it to be bright in her mind, although in reality there was hardly any evidence of its existence—faltered at Tokyo’s exclamation. There was a silence that, for the woad marked female, seemed to stretch for a great length of time. "Yes," the soft susurrus said at length. And it was of Onus that she thought. The white orbs wandered over the smooth surface of the pool, her hands still upon the woad-marked stomach. But the wind whispered softly and the distant call of a Raven quieted her thoughts. There was nothing about which to despair. And she did not despair. "Your wounds are healing well," the melody commented, her gaze lifting to the Leirre. She shifted in the waters, a soft ripple extending from her movements. Righting herself, the warrior turned, setting her arm upon the soft, green grasses. "You can join me, if you would like," the Adonis offered.
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Cwmfen returned her greeting, although with notably less exuberance. It was part of what was appealing, intriguing about her. Her calm, peaceful demeanor, and yet it had an edge - Tokyo had felt it in the spear pressed against her neck on the day she had joined Dahlia de Mai. She was dangerous, but still graceful. It was fascinating; Tokyo wanted to be like that, sort of. Well, she wanted other people to be afraid of her, but didn't really want to go through the bother of cultivating the fighting skills it would take to reach that point. It took the woad-marked female a bit to to respond about the pregnancy, and it sort of made Tokyo wonder if it was a sore subject. Which was interesting, maybe Cwmfen felt the same way about babies she did, maybe she had ended up in a situation similar to Tokyo's own, with Raphael half-way forcing himself on her. Made her wonder who the father was.
Well, what Dahlian males did she know? It was most likely someone from inside, because of course Tokyo assumed that everyone in her pack lived life as she did, primarily between the borders of the territory that was theirs. Haku, maybe. He was certainly a flirt, and since Tokyo liked both Haku and Cwmfen it would make sense to her if they liked each other. He had just recently had puppies, though, those kids Conor and Emwe. And that was most of what the act of intercourse was for, no? Then there were Sankor and Rath. Maaybe Sankor, although Tokyo hadn't ran across his scent lately - was he even a member, any longer? The idea of Rath and Cwmfen being lovers was sort of silly, to Tokyo - he reminded her waaay too much of Champ, and his completely unappealing bumbling awkwardness.
The idea of it being a sore subject made Tokyo, perversely, want to pry more. The things that people didn't want to talk about were usually the most interesting. So, casually, curiously: "So who is the father?" Her wounds really were healing pretty well, and she nodded as Cwmfen said as much. Tokyo didn't even wear the bandage, anymore. But you could still see the ragged scars on her shoulder and the places where her fur had been chewed off, bits of short fuzz standing out amongst the general length and silk of her fur. Most of the other injuries hadn't removed as much fur, so if there were scars, they were hidden pretty well by her beautiful coat.
"Sure," Tokyo replied to Cwmfen's invitation, tugging off the light gray sun dress she was wearing for the first time. It had a beautiful, intricate blue and yellow flower patterns and she folded it carefully, setting it on a rock. She dipped a foot in, testing the water, then carefully slid her whole body in. It was really weird, the calmness of the pool. She liked swimming well enough, but generally she preferred to do so in the ocean.
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There was another silence after the question was raised upon the air. The white orbs considered the female with turquoise eyes. Tokyo’s straightforwardness did not offend the woad warrior, as such a thing was preferable to her. She was silent for the question itself. While the black fae had met many members, all had carefully avoided the questioning her. And the woman did not think that anyone knew what had occurred save for Onus and the Rosea; the Adonis did not know whether the Lilium knew or not. But it was a subject that the female did not bring up of her own accord. It was not because it was difficult to speak of such a thing, for, although the warrior had not risen above the crow wolf and had suffered greatly for it, the warrior never lied or avoided a direct query. She was simply silent upon the subject because she did not think that it was necessary to address. Yet, Tokyo had asked a direct question, and the warrior answered with a certainty. "My father," came the quiet reply, the silver melody falling upon the air as a leaf falls to the surface of water. In the warrior’s mind, it was the crow wolf’s black seed that made her belly swell and her body relinquish the ways of war. And, in the warrior’s mind, it was she who had allowed him to do so.
The woad bound fingers trailed the woad line upon her belly until she reached the navel, and it was as if her body continued to be unfamiliar to her. Her white gaze followed the movements of the other female, watching with a mild curiosity as she undressed. The only other that she had seen do such a thing was Onus, and his garments were doffed in a different fashion. This was a dress, the black fae reminded herself, holding the unfamiliar word in her mind. Those quiet eyes fell ultimately upon the discarded garment, watching it even as the other woman slid into the pool. Such things had always been uncomfortable to the wolf, cumbersome, even. She couldn’t even wear the belt to hold Badb, and so she often took the Raven Spear to accompany her. "I like the colours on your dress," the warrior commented suddenly. It was not, however, to the colours to which she referred but to the designs the colours made. The black wolf, however, did not have the grasp she had upon words as she had upon war.
The warrior was silent, content with nature’s songs as soothing as a lover’s touch. A peace that was rare for the black fae fell upon her like the brush of the Raven’s wings, and she sighed. The woad warrior was content with the solitude and the silence, but she shared it willingly with the woman beside her. "Can you tell me what a pup is like," the quiet melody asked suddenly, breaking the silence, "once their eyes have opened?" The woman did not know what to expect. She knew that there was much time to consider such a thing, and yet, all at once, the time did not seem to be enough. She knew of the potential darkness of their souls, knew it as surely as the dormant darkness of her own. And she wondered: what would she see when their souls were bared to her?
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i are faillll slow, but i should be getting faster as i'm trying to cut down my thread number! i am totally down with having another thread with the puppies once we finish this one!  . 500 words
Her.. father? Tokyo had learned the night after Corvus chewed her shoulder up that Cwmfen was his daughter, but the pied wolf wasn't the image that her mind jumped to. Instead, she was picturing her own father. Well, not the unknown male that had raped Ophelia, Malachi had been killed before Tokyo even came into the world. No, his murderer, actually - Tsunami. Uncle by blood, but father by tenderness and care. He had taught her from such a young, innocent age.. It would be so weird and even gross-er than normal sex to like, do it with him. Ugh. The thought was worth shuddering at, but she didn't, she was very good at separating her internal and external responses. It wasn't like Cwmfen probably had any choice in the matter. In Tokyo's worldly experience, sex wasn't anything that a female chose to engage in. Her father probably overpowered her, disgusting brute that he was. Poor her, though! Having to have that experience and then to bear puppies, ugh. "I'm sorry." Tokyo said, "That sounds pretty gross."
She grinned at the compliment, very graciously nodding her head and murmuring thanks. Oh, she loved when people said nice things like that! That was mostly why she collected pretty clothes, and actually pretty things in general. Like, the fact that they were nice to look at was cool and all, but what really mattered was attention. And yeah, she could get that on her own, but there weren't too many people who were willing to praise Tokyo constantly, gorgeous silky fur or not. But clothing was something new and fresh and changeable and even an old acquaintance like Cwmfen would notice it and find it worthy of commenting. How Tokyo adored small talk, particularly when it revolved around her. This dress was definitely one of the prettiest she had uncovered on her adventure with Princess, and she really liked wearing it.
The water, strange or not, was sort of soothing against her skin, without the tide tugging her this way and that. A question was spoken, but afterward Tokyo let the silence drift back in. It was a question she had to consider. This was going to be a very difficult time in her friend Cwmfen's life, and it was something that Tokyo had already gone through. She possessed much wisdom that the woad-marked female would of course appreciate. Tokyo had given birth to five puppies. Only two had ever opened their eyes. "You can tell, then. What they're going to be like." She said finally. Princess had been Princess from the start, her fur pattern a mirror image of her grandmother's. Buttface, though, hadn't officially earned his name until he'd gazed out at her with his father's hateful, glowing golden eyes. "You gotta be careful though. Much as you'd like them to, they don't always turn out like the good parent." The vague comment was as close as Tokyo had ever gotten to actually discussing Buttface with anyone outside of her own daughter. |
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Hahah, awesome~~ And Tokyo’s new avatar is hot!
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The particular words that Tokyo utilized caused a dark amusement to dip within the white orbs. Perhaps it was ‘gross’. Indeed her soul had shuddered, cringed each time the crow-wolf made her body accept him, made her body delight in his. It had been like entering into waters too cold for comfort. And yet, as the blood flowed from her, as she continued to weaken, and as her mind grew accustom to the dark, she had grown accustom to him. It was like he had forced a poison within her, obscuring her mind, and she had learned to hold it. Like an old wound, her soul had opened up each time to allow the blackness to mar her, to encourage decay. Somewhere, deep within, she had been able to remember. And she remembered only one: Onus. But that did not change what her soul had done. And that did not change what her own weakness had allowed Corvus to do. And Onus had seen them, had heard her as he broke into that room. She wondered if he knew. ‘Gross’? "Yes."
Cwmfen gave an imperceptible nod. The eyes were always the windows into ones soul. At times, as with Onus, it was difficult to read beyond the surface. But, with Onus, the thrill of seeing and yet not quite knowing was something in which Cwmfen’s quiet curiosity reveled. With others, the woman did not seek to know, deriving the quality of their person through different means. And with pups, with her own pups, the woman wondered. She had never quite taken time to observe a youth in such a way. And the black fae considered such a thing. Would not a pup be completely open, innocent and soft, still malleable to the workings of the world. "I must wait, then, and be patient." Already, the woman had been still in the bearing of these lives wrought of a black seed. Several weeks more would mean nothing. The black fae could wait—she had spent many months waiting to find a place of which her mother had spoken, and she had found it and Dahlia. Time would flow as it always did, and the black fae would wait as she always did, carefully observing from afar.
"But for these lives to be born purely would take a miracle." If Tokyo knew Cwmfen well enough, she would understand that the black fae did not think that such a thing were possible. Miracles and hopes did not exist within the warrior who must battle and contend with realities. Her own soul, a product of her father’s seed, held a darkness within it, was drawn toward those dark places. Graine had been pure of soul. Would the darkness of the lives within her be greater than her own? The warrior did not know. And so she could but wait.
"When you saw Princess," the quiet alto began, "did you know?" There was within those tones a silent question. The black fae was curious, wondering if Princess or her brother (of whom Cwmfen had only heard briefly) had shown signs of the ‘bad parent’. And Cwmfen wondered, too, the experience of the turquoise-eyed woman, for there seemed to her to be a bitterness within those spoken words. But the woman was silent and did not ask to know such things. Such things, the woman believed, were private in nature, and she would not pry into things that were not her business to know.
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nope it turns out i'm still pretty fail slow, rofl sorry >_>;. tyyyy, kiri is awesome like that haha. 306 words, short post from a hotel room. ;o
"Yeah.. They'll grow up before you know it, too." Of course, Tokyo was actually talking about the growing from a little whining hungry thing to a bigger speaking hungry thing, but she was fond of vague half-truths. It was easy for anyone to fill in the blanks with their own beliefs and opinions and agree on their own interpretation. But she supposed, too, that she did sort of miss little Princess needing her all the time. Yeah, it sucked having to hunt a lot and stuff, but having someone depend on her, love her unconditionally, need her to be around.. It was sort of nice. And it was different now with Princess, now that she was older, and especially now that they had spent so much time apart. Yeah, she was free of Buttface's influence now, but there were a solid few months where they had been alone together, and sometimes she was afraid she could see the faint remnants of that corruption. Like mold on the edges of a piece of bread.
Tokyo shook her head at the miracle comment. "Nah.. You don't need a miracle. It can happen, no matter the father. Princess' dad was pretty evil, too." She didn't even really need to consider the question, either, she nodded and continued. "Yeah, I did. She looks exactly my mother, her grandmother, who was a great woman." Tokyo shook her head again, sadly this time. "Her brother, though.. Didn't turn out too great." A wry, disappointed smile, and a shrug. "It's just luck, how they end up." She slid her whole body under the surface of the water, getting her face and mane wet, hoping to rinse off any dust that might have accumulated along the road. Breaking the calm, rippling surface again, Tokyo shook her head, golden-brown curls swinging off droplets of water.
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A soft breath was released—perhaps of amusement, and yet it was uncertain—and a brief nod, but the black fae did not respond. The woad warrior’s gaze moved from the woman to watch the light playing across the water, her ears lifting as if hearing something there in the silence. There was nothing, and yet she could hear the bright, white ringing as the pool and sun sang with one another. Time. It was an ambiguous thing, constant and yet not, slow, fast, standing still. Treacherous. Life giving. Time was a factor that was always with and against one. The warrior had done her best to allow herself to flow along with that uncertain river, but, at times, she felt the distinct discontent that others must feel. The pups would be born and they would grow. Time would assure that as surely as life would. If they survived. If they were allowed to survive.
"Evil?" The word was repeated, the sound unfamiliar upon the warrior’s tongue. Indeed, she had heard the word before, but she did not think that such a thing could exist. It was an extreme, an unattainable state just as infinity was. If there were evil, she had sensed it in Corvus. But the black fae could not think of the black and white terms of good and evil. She thought of simply light and dark, pure and yet impure. Perhaps the gods were capable of such extremes, but she was not sure. "What was their father like?" The query was spoken quietly, but she did not press the other. If Tokyo did not wish to speak of such things, the warrior would not insist. It was not knowledge that was necessary to obtain. It was simply the history of another’s past, and she could live without it knowing that Tokyo knew her own origins. It was that past, after all, that had shaped the woman, that shaped all creatures.
There was a contemplative silence that followed. The woad-marked fae followed the sudden movement of Tokyo as the water was permitted to consume her, only to spit her out once more. Cwmfen did not do such a thing yet, for she had simply gone into the water too cool off. With her chest submerged, her body was cooled from the core. The white eyes blinked occasionally as beads of water flew threw the air, encouraged by the golden-brown curls of the other woman’s mane. The little drops tickled the warrior’s nose, and a single, quiet sneeze was emitted. Shaking her head once, the black fae looked up, breaking the silence just as Tokyo had broken the stillness of the pool. "What would you have done," the soft melody inquired suddenly, "had your pups truly been like their father?" The quiet voice did not betray her thoughts, such was the strength of that silent tranquility. There was merely a mild curiosity within that gaze as they considered the other with silence. It was not a question raised to make certain or uncertain the uncertainty within the warrior. And it was not uncertainty, per se, that was felt. She knew what must be done, and she would do it. Perhaps it was unease, anticipation. It was a thing with which the warrior was unfamiliar. Perhaps, with the query, she sought but to recognize the ideals of this society.
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rawrrr posting during linguistics lecture makes me wordy XD. 582 words
Tokyo's mind functioned in a series of binary switches. She recognized that shades of gray existed, but she had neither the patience nor the desire to liver her life acknowledging them. It was enough effort just to filter the mass of information down to the a "yes" or a "no," a "good" or an "evil." To be fair, there were two binary values that she allowed to other wolves - they were just that complex, one wasn't enough. Cwmfen was stored in Tokyo's mind as a "good" wolf instead of an "evil" one, and as a "cool" wolf instead of an "uncool" one. Evil was just a tag, an indication that the other wolf was dumb, not worth her time, and it could come about from a variety of trivial factors. For example, that crazy white wolf from Phoenix Valley did not do anything that most of society would label evil - he wasn't cruel, or sadistic, or a killer or anything. But he didn't think Tokyo was pretty, and he wasn't nice to her. Thus, he was evil. It was a simple enough system, and it worked well for this Dahlian female. Yes, Buttface was evil, and Princess was good.
She didn't mind the question about Raphael. Tokyo was always flattered when someone was interested enough to ask about her past. If it was something she didn't really want to talk about, it wasn't difficult to fabricate a more interesting or less personal version of the past. For example, the way that Raphael had seduced her was sort of shameful - so, she'd switch it up a little, and maybe add a little bit more demon to his character, just to make sure his utter evil-ness correctly got across to the other female. "He was.. very charming, at first." She pursed her lips together, considering.
"Two-faced, though I didn't learn that til later. We lived together for a few months, but when he saw I was pregnant, he disappeared, leaving me a note about how he couldn't deal with kids. Stole most of my food stores and jewelry when he went, too." A real note of anger was in her voice. It wasn't hard to import her annoyance at her pregnancy driving Champ away into the mostly fabricated words she spoke now.
Tokyo murmured a quiet "bless you" at the other's sneeze, then considered the question that followed.
"My son.. my son was, basically. I did what I could. Tried to raise him right. Didn't make much of a difference, so I chased him off when he was old enough." Memories flitted through her mind, recollections of hitting him, of hurting Buttface, of yelling and neglect and starving him.. She felt a bit uneasy, wondering honestly how much of a lie she spoke. Could she have made her son a better wolf, with a different sort of childhood? Or was preventing his evil influence from touching Princess, attempting to beat out any hints of Raphael, was that really her attempt to raise him right? It was disorienting, trying to actually touch her own real thoughts. There were so many layers of lies and fabrications, and only a small aspect of her core was every truly known to her. It didn't matter, really, so why should she dwell on it? She picked a small flower from the side of the pool, setting it in the water before her to float, letting the pretty bits of nature float her mind away from such worries.
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The woad-marked warrior did not know much of her mother or father’s lineage. She knew very little of their stories. But Graine had given her enough—a little information here, a little more there. Cleverly deftly, the black fae’s mother had made certain that her daughter had known at least a little of the history of her own birth. And so Tokyo’s story was not unfamiliar. It was not unfamiliar, also, to her own strange infatuation with that crow wolf. "My father seduced my mother similarly," the quiet voice murmured quietly, almost thoughtfully. It was not a new tale, and it did not surprise the warrior that such a thing were so. The stories of all lives were the same, and all stories had a beginning and an ending. The paths looked different, and some took different directions. But in the end, they all lead to Death. Whatever happened afterwards only the gods and the dead knew.
"Creatures that are evil..." The soft melody trailed off for a brief moment as if wondering whether to impart such a thought. Once more, the white orbs watched the light that danced across the calmer waters of the pool as if they whispered something to her, and indeed those colours, the temperature, the scent, they all whispered to her. At length the warrior’s gaze returned to the turquoise eyes of her packmate. "Such creatures should not be left to set themselves upon the world," the words sang at length. Ambiguity often was laced within the Caledonian-Korean’s words, but the meaning was quite clear. The tranquility with which those words left her lips was almost sinister, and yet it was nothing sinister that moved her to speak such words. Indeed, it was because of such unstable creatures that she was allowed to exist, that her soul was permitted to sing so beautifully, but she knew that, while necessary, while inescapable, a warrior such as she should strive for Peace (although those such as she sought to do so with violence). She was not conflicted with such things, and she knew that she would kill even those that were wrought of her own body should they be of souls too dark. Perhaps, however, Tokyo had been conflicted. The warrior wondered why she had allowed the boy who had been ‘evil’ to continue to exist. And she wondered also what Tokyo would think of such a thing that was so familiar to her and yet so foreign, it seemed, to those who lived here.
And yet... was it Tokyo of whom she had spoken? Or was it herself?
A soft sigh escaped the warrior, and she breathed in the silence. The lives stirred within her, an almost tentative touch. "What is your relationship with your children now?" The eyes were no longer upon the woman beside her but upon the canopy of the woods. She relaxed her body, leaning against the edge of the pool and allowing herself to dispel the inner conflict of being unable to allow her body to sing of war.
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wrapping this up soon would be good i think . cwmfen should meet ares sometimes, it would be interesting after tokyo's biased her against him. XD. 315 words, sucky post.
Cwmfen's mention of her parents only confirmed, in her mind, that males were generally pigs, and that you should never give up sex to them. If only Champ had understood how special their relationship was, about how quickly sex would have spoiled it.. But he was gone, and as much as she loved him, she was more used to missing him at this point than having him at her side. Eventually, maybe it wouldn't even hurt at all. It was rapidly heading in that direction.
What was her relationship with her children, now? "My son is gone, no longer a part of my life. My daughter - Princess, I think you know her - lives with me and we're very close, we talk about everything." Her bragging was totally unfounded in reality, but reality was generally unwelcome in the space inside Tokyo's skull. She honestly believed what she was saying about her daughter, she had no idea that they might as well be worlds away, that her daughter intended to abandon her even now.
Pushing through the water, Tokyo clambered back up, standing up and shaking some of the water off her coat. Bunching her golden brown curls together, she wrung them out too, stretching languorously on the edge of the pool. "Speaking of which, I should probably get back to her - she might be at our den, wondering where I've got to." She tugged her dress off the tree where she had hung it, slinging it over her arm; she was still too damp to put it on. "I hope your pregnancy goes well, if I don't see you before they're born. And I hope you get children worthy of raising." Tokyo said solemnly, shaking her fur out again. She really had to go back and brush it before she'd be comfortable meeting anyone else, hopefully she wouldn't run into anyone on the way back.
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