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Posted on November 3, 2013 at 03:49:17 AM by Caladwen
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I wish you were the one that got away
She could not help herself, could not stop her own eyes that lingered on his strong frame. Desperately her heart pleaded that he not turn away and leave, silently her soul whined for him to turn away from the female and bound to her side and feel that void that suddenly felt as if it might consume her. The girl is still there, clinging almost desperately to his side, occasionally her icy blue gaze shifts to Caladwen’s own confused ones and the hatred in which she finds burning there is electrifying. If ever my little darkling has felt as though she should remain on edge it is here and now. Unbidden the thick black hackles rise along her spine, bristling beneath the intenseness of the pale girl’s gaze. Yellow gold eyes glitter as a sudden spurt of bravado courses through her veins and Caladwen rises; she does not make a move towards the other woman, does not unfurl her lips to reveal gleaming white fangs, nor does a threatening snarl rumble from her depths. She fixes herself, neat pointed ears on end, her golden stare meaningful. She would not leave nor would she back away from a fight if that is what this girl wishes. She can tell the woman is a skilled fighter, muscles ripple beneath her thick silvery coat and Caladwen is almost sure that if it came down to it she might not have a prayer of winning but none the less she would attempt to. He moves now and her eyes turn instinctively back towards the male. Though she is too far away to hear the words that are whispered between the duo there is some exchange of information and the girl visibly shrinks beneath the male’s intense gaze as though he has some hold over her. Caladwen’s proud head cocks curiously as she continues to watch them, forgetting all about the others that have gathered around. For now her world revolved around the male. Her heart leaps within her chest as he begins towards her. A faint smile ghosts across her fine muzzle but then the girl is still there. A single ear flickers as he speeds up, his relaxed walk turning into a swift jog as he brushes past the other girl and is upon her. Her gaze does not draw away from his as he slows in front of her, though it is not clearly written across his face she catches the friendliness in his voice, the curiosity that perhaps is the equivalent of her own. Ezio. He speaks his name and she finds herself taking care to run it unspoken through her mind, savoring the flavor of it on her tongue. ”Ezio…” she murmurs, repeating it aloud, testing it on her own tongue to ensure that its delivery is the same. Happiness dances in her intelligent yellow eyes as she cocks her pretty little head invitingly, her own silken plume flicking behind her in a slow wave, ”Please, I would love the company.” she finishes seating herself once more, visibly relaxing in his nearness. Whatever this feeling was, she felt sure it was somehow connected to him. Her skin shudders beneath her coat, her black coat rippling as the hackles fall back into place and she settles neatly back on to her haunches, dark plume curling across her paws. ”Diveen? That’s where Voltaire invited me too. My name is Caladwen.” she purrs, her lilting tones light. Diveen, it would seem the place was destined for her by forces even she herself did not quite understand. First Voltaire and now Ezio. Though she has yet to cross its boarders it seems as though the territory is somehow summoning her. He does not immediately draw nearer to her and so she finds herself instinctively rising and taking a few steps towards him. He was taller than her and from what she can tell of the muscles that ripple beneath his thick hide, if he wanted to he could hurt her, kill her even and yet something told her that he would not. The smile on her face is soft, the emotions that lay beneath her eyes of yellow and gold are of innocence and trust, ”What are you to me?” she asks, her words soft, barely audible above the tumult of voices by the lakeside. There is confusion there in her tones, a confusion that she felt almost sure only he could answer. A single ear twitches as she keeps her gaze locked on his own, her muscles tensing slightly as she reaches out to touch him. Her long slender muzzle brushes against his shoulder, nostrils inhaling the thick testosterone soaked musk that clung to his coat. Some force pulled her to him, drew her in a way that none before had and yet even she is not completely sure of herself even in this comfort she felt. She draws back shaking her head again, as if trying to still the multitude of questions that fight for her voice. ”Sorry.” she murmurs apologetically taking a step back and sitting once more on her haunches, those yellow gold eyes gazing up at him tenderly. |