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I Can Barely Look At You
But Every Single Time I Do,
I Know We'll Make It Anywhere
Away From Here

I still couldn't quite grasp the reality that Hawthorn was back in Moladian. The old medicine wolf and gypsy ring leader had been something of a Mentor to me, ever since he found me clinging to life in the aftermath of the Great Cataclysm, covered in the ash and soot and blood of all that had been destroyed. He'd taken me in, given me a new home until I found the whereabouts of my parents... but by then I'd grown to love the lifestyle of the Gypsy. I was unbound by neither territory nor pack status. I was a free wolf. Free to be whomever and whatever I wanted to be. He'd been my role model and as an adult my friend. When he had vanished overnight, in his quiet subtle manner, it had been assumed by all that the medicine wolf had simply slipped on into that great beyond all we wolves face when Vitality leaves our bodies cold and still. When I had seen him, I'd thought for certain he was a Ghost, a friendly spirit come to offer comfort in my time of loneliness.

Loneliness was not something I was prone to feeling often anymore. Even amongst the Gypsies I had always been something of a rogue. Not quite a misfit, for truly all Gypsies come to be such for their misfit type qualities. I was neither outcast nor outsider. But I had always felt a distinct seperateness from them as well. Even to Hawthorn, my tendency to drift towards solitude was something that set me apart from the others.

I was a true nomad, and was content to follow my paws wherever it was they wished to tread. I came and went to the Gypsy band whenever it suited me, and for them it was perfectly acceptable. I had few friends, but I'd never needed many. Andromeda was a familiar face I often sought, and now her son Starfall as well. From time to time I paid visits to my mother and father in Spirane, but such meetings were brief. Jehu had died in the Cataclysm, and though I'd never been certain if I ever felt love for the Imprint would-be... I was a little sad the option to get to know him had been robbed from me. Only Blue, the small Stellar's Jay that served as my shamaness familiar, had been my constant companion.

In Hawthorn's absence, I was even less inclined to spend much time amongst the Gypsies. Alice had taken over Hawthorn's role and I was content to let the clockwork female do as she pleased. She didn't mind my intermittent moments of self seclusion out in the wilds and she would always come to consult me if ever things witihn the Gypsy realm needed another paw to be dealt with.

But over the years, born of this seclusion or perhaps the awareness within my heart that time was beginning to flow faster, I became more and more sensitive to my ever-constant feeling of Alone-ness. Maybe it was because as a young woman, I was less and less immune to the hormones brought on by winter, or mayhap it was because over the passage of time I had always been certain that... eventually, I would find another imprint, or at least a kindred spriit with whom I could connect with, and mayhap feel that 'spark'. That One Time feeling I had only ever felt with one wolf in my entire life. And, I believed my puphood crush, with that dark helmed boy from Mirovis... died when he perished in the Cataclysm.

When I was a girl, I had longed for this fairytale thing called 'Love'. As a young woman it seems a flimsy notion... even Imprints do not always 'love' one another. But alas, when Hawthorn re-appeared in this late winter season, the pangs of my isolation burned hotter then ever before, and for once I allowed the intensity of that desire consume me. I don't know why I chose Hawthorn as my first to couple with. I don't think either of us saw one another as compatible 'mates'... but to ease the loneliness in the depths of the night, for but a single night, had been by all accounts wonderful.

I am not certain if I had concieved and would bear his children, children of the Gypsies.... but I was honored to carry the medicine man's offspring regardless. I still believed one day I would find a Life-mate. A true companion for whom I could live out my days and gift with my affection and heart. Someday....

Today however, was most likely not that day. It started out as any other wintry day, overcast and not overly cold... the snow blanketing the woodlands in deep dunes that pooled around the trunks of the conifers and oaks. My stomach panged with hunger, and I knew the Wood to be one of the better places to find a fat hare or grouse hiding amongst the shrubs and foraging for what little sustenance the vegetation might still offer.

Obsidian corsets moved with their lithe, willowy grace. As a young woman, my curves had filled out in all the right places. sleek and streamlined of torso and leg, I sported all the flared curves of a corvette. Smokey mascara helped reduce the glare from my deep amethyst eyes, eyes as serene as any Mystic daydreamer. They scanned the terrain with a keen gaze. Velveteen ears flitted atop my tiara, listening to the winter cardinals and chickadees as they chattered from the trees. Blue flew among them, cackling and barking hoarsely as he chased a few of the smaller birds and pulled at their tail feathers.

I willed him for silence, not wishing him to spook any would-be lunch items. But alas, it seemed luck, and Blue, was not on my side this day. A flash of white and a puff of powder alerted me to a white hare, whom I assumed had been flushed from it's hiding place by Blue's infernal racket, came bounding past my own stalking place, hidden beneath a thick shroud of bracken.

I glared up at my impish avian friend, and dashed out from the break of cover to give chase... only to hit the brakes almost immediately, digging my forepaws deep into the snow as I skidded across the crystalline substance, fish-tailing my delicate derriere about in my haste to slow my trajectory. None-the-less, I still almost creamed the wolf that had come out of the wood-works... also having chased after the rabbit.

I gasped, gaped slack jawed at the dark hooded stranger, my eyes wide with shock and disbelief. This was surely a season of Ghosts! But for this one to come a-taunting me, was simply cruel! So entranced am I with the wraith, I was made as if frozen, for many beats of the heart unable to speak, or even divert my eyes from his figure.

"Asa...." It is a plea, barely audible as it drips ever so quietly...delicately, almost as if spoken from the lips of a Lover, whispering sweet nothings into One's Ear.

Surely this is a dream!

I wasn't even aware of another wolf on the scene, hadn't heard him speak. It was tunnel vision. Hackles ruffled along my back, a crackle of static flirting through the silken strands, my amethyst zephyrs locked on his molten gold. Electrified.
...You've Been the Only Thing That's Right In All I've Done...

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