At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on January 8, 2014 at 08:58:48 PM by Kahlan
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Her call was not responded to almost immediately, the brute emerging from the woods and Kahlan gasped in reflex, for the brute was not his normal color. His normal hue was now a tinged brown - the color of clotted, dried blood. The iron scent hit her nares fully and it surprised her. Ever so slightly her nares widened, her yellow orbs taking in his form, the entirety of which was caked in the life fluid. It was not as if he had simply gone hunting. Often when she hunted, she had residual drops on her maw and neck... but Kenshin was a different story. It was all over him. Had there been a battle or war? Kahlan rushed a few steps toward him, worried that the blood was his. Was he wounded, injured by another? But as she moved her gaze swept over him and did not discern any cuts, scrapes...there was nothing marring his coat. Nor did she see a single step of lameness as he strode her, so she slowed to a halt, suddenly confused. He had stopped four yards from her, and with her rushing he was a mere ten feet from her now. As he was nearer to her now, though he sat upon the gravel and silt of the shore, her orbs now saw with shock that not all of it was dried. His underbelly dripped, staining the earth below crimson until it looked as if he sat in a puddle of blood. And that was when she realized what had occurred. The coloring - the paint - was not a result of a battle. It was the result of a slaughter. Her lungs froze as her breathing stayed, attempting to think optimistically about the reasons. His maw curled into a smile and Kahlan suddenly realized he was in the sun, when before he had avoided it. And that's when it hit her - all of this had to do with the past he had avoided telling her. The past he had asked her not to tell about. It must be dark indeed. His gaze would not meet hers and his maw let loose no explanations. Suddenly, as her own self had done at Sacred Stones due to her anorexia and over exhaustion, he fell. His form collapsed and his cranium lowered to the earth in slow motion until it cracked against the shore with a soft thump. Before she could think about how to react she rushed to his side. "Kenshin!" He was still - too still - but knew naught what ailed him. He was in shape and was well fit, so it was not that, nor was it due to blood loss. Which, aside from a few other rare anomalies, only left an ailment of the mind. While Kahlan was a good healer, trained by the best - Moth - she knew nothing to help him. There were herbs that could revive him with just their scent, but perhaps he needed the comatose state to deal with his issues. So instead, she did the only thing she could think of. Her pink tongue escaped from her maw, running a course over the top of his muzzle, starting to clean the paint from his pelt. Please be okay...come back to me. The fae felt so helpless in this position. She knew that there was the potential that she was in danger should he awake suddenly and be alarmed, but she would not stray from her post. She would remain steadfast and not leave his side. Pausing for a brief moment, she laid down next to him, and then continued to caress his face with her tongue. |
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