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Posted on January 10, 2013 at 05:47:19 AM by Laila
 “The Dark Hunter” <33 I have lived alone for all my life and I knew the pain of the absence of a parent. My mother didn’t survive birth and I was left with my father for a few years. But not too long. He was real sick and nobody would help us for we were loners at that time. He didn’t make it, leaving me alone too early. Oh… This is an story for another day. All I know is that living without a parent is painful and very hard. I wish Camelot were there for us. We were not mates but, he was very important for them. Some time ago, after we met, when he was not there… it was like something was missing, always. As if I was not complete. But after everything happened, this feeling was gone and I felt alone again. Surrounded by other wolves but still feeling like I am the only one in the world, with the pups. I took a deep breath in and tried to think of something else, closing my pink eyes and letting it slowly fade away for a second. Small ears prickling forward, concentrating on the light breeze. It was time to hunt again for my daughter and son. My abilities have not slipped as the years seem to fly. I have changed in many ways during these years and I would not let my children know who I was before I became a prisoner of Trenus and Paracon. They would hate me forever if they knew what kind of food I ate and how I got this crooked tail. My body was ready to stand up and leave to hunt for my children, but someone’s voice coming from behind me made me near jump on my paws as I turned around. His voice! It is him, I know it is… It must be! His words are sad, but happy at the same time. Finally, I feel that strong thing between us again, but even stronger this time. As if I was complete again! My white small frame turned slowly and I raised to my paws. - Ca-Camelot! - I whispered, letting a tear slip from my eyes. If he… No! It can’t be. My heart races nearly instantly in my chest as my delicate eyes meet his handsome form. I can’t describe how happy I am to see he is alright, trying desperately not to wrap my muzzle around his neck in a wolfish hug, and not letting go until I could stop crying. But… Where? Where was him when I woke up in that den and the world was falling apart? My smile was quickly broken by the sadness. - I… I am alright, but not thanks to you! Camelot! Where were you when the world was collapsing on me?... I needed you. The children needed you! I was so scared for them… And I… I looked for you, Camelot… Everywhere, among the wolves, far in the distance. I… My voice slowly faded, being replaced for sobs as tears rolled down my muzzle. I was angry with him, but I didn’t want to be angry. Laila 13 years old | Camelot Imprintee | Mother to Connor & Anemone |
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