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Posted on June 7, 2013 at 06:33:58 PM by Everchime
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
She had felt something that day, all those days ago, it felt like a millenia had gone past since last she had seen him, her stranger, her dark shadow, she doesn't understand why she feels this way, specially when these feelings do not compair to her feelings for Pan, though she knows that this feeling is different, it is stronger though, it grows every day this feeling for this strange man that stands near her, protectivly keeping an eye on her. Watching her, to others it might appear creepy, to himself even, but to her it is special. To her there is a connection there that she can not understand, she can not control, there is something special, almost other-worldly in the way it all happens. She can not help but feel there is something there, a connection. It pulls her towards him, like a soft melody in the darkness. She feels stronger around him, a wholeness that she had thought she already had but apparently she had never had before.
This is true, a strange thing to find, a young female with a pup, singular, but still a pup, one that was alone, deeply and sadly alone, just as she had felt before her shadow had come to her again. She is far to young to have birthed the pup, a small little creature, she had taken in little Aerith, she had tried her best to nurture the young girl. As she moved in closer, he too did the same, it felt like fire works exploded within her chest, like a key had been found specificially for her own heart. Simultaneously they unite, their bodies close together, her chest rises deeply and exhales as if it has never taken a breath before in it's life. His muzzle nudges her neck and she leans into him further, the embrace they share is different from the one's she had with Pan, deeper, with more meaning. Not just her head telling her something now, it was her heart screaming at her that this was right, that this needed to happen in order for life to go on.
She nods her head to the deep rumble of his voice within her ear, softly, slowly, she turns her head and licks the underside of his jaw, she thinks that this is the best course of action. "Yes... I have checked all of the dens, the others are still towards the beach feasting..." and mourning probably, but she doesn't want to think of Weylin's death, she needs to find her daughter. "I have just come from there, she was to stay near the den" she says looking towards the hole in the ground she'd dug for the two of them. She didn't want to think about how alone she would be now if they didn't find little Aerith. "She is small, young... with the most beautiful blue eyes, pale as the water over sand" she says softly, remembering every feature of her child, like only a mother could. "She is white... like snow... but with red marks... like the angels of Diveen" she had met them once before, these angels....
She nudges him one more time, softly like a caress, her golden eyes, deep and rusted look up at him, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "she is called Aerith," the words are choked, but she does her best to sooth them, to make them sound not quiet as pained. Her nose turned away and heads for the ground taking a few quick sniffs, she pulls away from him, not wanting to by any mean, her shadow. It is like trying to pry your fingers apart after super glueing them together, there for the long run, always there. She looks back to make sure that he is following before she heads to the other side of the den grounds, close to the river. She does not think Aerith would have headed towards the hunting grounds of Glorall's coast, but they will check there next if they find nothing near the river. She hopes beyond all hope that Aerith hasn't fallen within the icey grip of the river, for she doesn't know how well her daughter could swim.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - mother of Aerith - devil dog - glorall
She had felt something that day, all those days ago, it felt like a millenia had gone past since last she had seen him, her stranger, her dark shadow, she doesn't understand why she feels this way, specially when these feelings do not compair to her feelings for Pan, though she knows that this feeling is different, it is stronger though, it grows every day this feeling for this strange man that stands near her, protectivly keeping an eye on her. Watching her, to others it might appear creepy, to himself even, but to her it is special. To her there is a connection there that she can not understand, she can not control, there is something special, almost other-worldly in the way it all happens. She can not help but feel there is something there, a connection. It pulls her towards him, like a soft melody in the darkness. She feels stronger around him, a wholeness that she had thought she already had but apparently she had never had before.
This is true, a strange thing to find, a young female with a pup, singular, but still a pup, one that was alone, deeply and sadly alone, just as she had felt before her shadow had come to her again. She is far to young to have birthed the pup, a small little creature, she had taken in little Aerith, she had tried her best to nurture the young girl. As she moved in closer, he too did the same, it felt like fire works exploded within her chest, like a key had been found specificially for her own heart. Simultaneously they unite, their bodies close together, her chest rises deeply and exhales as if it has never taken a breath before in it's life. His muzzle nudges her neck and she leans into him further, the embrace they share is different from the one's she had with Pan, deeper, with more meaning. Not just her head telling her something now, it was her heart screaming at her that this was right, that this needed to happen in order for life to go on.
She nods her head to the deep rumble of his voice within her ear, softly, slowly, she turns her head and licks the underside of his jaw, she thinks that this is the best course of action. "Yes... I have checked all of the dens, the others are still towards the beach feasting..." and mourning probably, but she doesn't want to think of Weylin's death, she needs to find her daughter. "I have just come from there, she was to stay near the den" she says looking towards the hole in the ground she'd dug for the two of them. She didn't want to think about how alone she would be now if they didn't find little Aerith. "She is small, young... with the most beautiful blue eyes, pale as the water over sand" she says softly, remembering every feature of her child, like only a mother could. "She is white... like snow... but with red marks... like the angels of Diveen" she had met them once before, these angels....
She nudges him one more time, softly like a caress, her golden eyes, deep and rusted look up at him, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "she is called Aerith," the words are choked, but she does her best to sooth them, to make them sound not quiet as pained. Her nose turned away and heads for the ground taking a few quick sniffs, she pulls away from him, not wanting to by any mean, her shadow. It is like trying to pry your fingers apart after super glueing them together, there for the long run, always there. She looks back to make sure that he is following before she heads to the other side of the den grounds, close to the river. She does not think Aerith would have headed towards the hunting grounds of Glorall's coast, but they will check there next if they find nothing near the river. She hopes beyond all hope that Aerith hasn't fallen within the icey grip of the river, for she doesn't know how well her daughter could swim.
"talks like this"
female - 3 yo - mate - forever bound to Vidar - mother of Aerith - devil dog - glorall
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- I could be a shadow - By Vidar June 12, 2013 at 08:22:19 PM
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