The Wailing One
Alone once again… knowing not what she should do, she would walk. Banshee was now use to this fact of loneliness. She had an imprint yet knew not where he walks she finds herself plodding along the rocky terrain lazily. A curious tilt of the head at the silvery coat against the terrain catches her attention. Curiosity gets the better of her as she made her way closing the distance towards the shape. Her mind screamed for her to be cautious forcing her to heed some of its warning slowing her approach to stop mere feet from the stranger… Something drew her to feel deeper as she looked over him cautiously being in his very presence felt right.

“Hello.” She said in a soft tone much like her average tone. She could not shake the feeling she held to be much like bliss to her she offered little thought on the reasoning behind the feelings but more so observed not wanting to be chased from the stranger who seemed more like a companion and family she had ever dared to know. How would he react to her, she knew not but was determined to find out what drew her to this male.

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What life is this? The deep ache of longing in my very being driving me to madness! Cautiously Banshee mulled over these thoughts. Do mine eyes deceive me? Looking him over in the distance my heart aches and longs to be at this stranger’s side but a stranger he is not… My heart tells me it his belongs to me and mine to him. Banshee could do little to ease she anxiety she felt she knew it was her own. She held her self together inching closer with stiff limbs too stiffened to even hold her nerves steady she refused to go further only a few feet keeping them apart yet it seemed the small distance made her anxiety grow.

Caution so deeply expressed hoping not to stir him. Banshee lay lower to the ground. She try to speak and fail no words enough to hold the air around her. Can she force her limbs closer? The heart and curiosity so yet mind directing such caution it pins her into herself an inner war she was use to but this was a war of a new blade a new harm that ravages her mind. She staid distant silent…Never had she felt such conflictions.

“Hello.” She spoke the only words that made any sense to her buzzing mind anxiously awaiting his response she kept her self calmed as she could muster allowing him the room to close the distance to her side. She longed to be at his side but refused herself the comfort of making their first true encounter.

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