IP: 24.108.1.137
Posted on March 11, 2014 at 09:44:13 PM by Everchime
raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
It feels like millenia since last she'd set eyes upon this land, let alone on her shadow, music fills the air as if by chance it could actually be heard by those present, it is a music of the soul. There is a clarity to her mind for but a moment as she stands, panting and wanting nothing more than to collapse, to throw herself in the cold snow and cry. Cry for what she thinks she could very well have lost in the time it had taken her to get back to this place. Safety, this is the one word she thinks of when she thinks of him, safety and warmth. Her shadow means the world to her and she hopes that he feels the same for her, no... she knows this is fact because... well because she just knows it. Deep down, deep into a part of her heart she didn't even know she had, a part she had thought would be filled for Pan but had in the end been filled by someone more suited to her, however the fates saw this, they saw it and placed them together. That is all she can think of it. That she loves him, more than anyone else in her life.
She doesn't hear him coming, she should, really she should be on high alert after what just happened to her, but she can't bring herself to be thusly, her energy from running for so long and so hard was all but used up at this point. It is however, noted that she stays in a seated position, unwilling to let her legs bow under the weight of her frail body. Her head dips down to sniff at the snow, to push it aside, to find the dirt and grass below it and sniff. His scent is there, but it is not from the ground that she finds it, but from the air all around her. Like a warm perfume it fills her insides with it's fragrence. Her head flys up and she looks around to see him, her sweet shadow, proof that not all in this world were horrible monsters. Proof that she was safe once again. A low, barely inaudible whine greets the yip that leaves his lips, he moves quickly to stand before her, always the best of men, he waits for her to make the first move and as always she is to kind to not give in.
Her nose rushes to meet the underside of his face, dipping and nipping playfully at the corners of his cheek, harsh breath leaves her lips as her tail wags to the point one would think that it might wag it's self off. He is here, with her, and that is all that matters to her. Nothing else could contain the happiness that floats from deep within her. "oh... my shadow," she whispers into his ear as she takes a few hopping steps forward while still staying seated to come as close as possible as she can, rubbing her entire body against his in her excitement. She dare not roll over, this she reminds herself. Let them have their moment for now, later he will learn of what has happened to her in the time they have spent apart. At long last she settles herself down enough to pull herself away and open her pumpkin spice eyes, welling with tears unshed for some time, her heart and soul are once again whole. It is at this moment that she noticed the male behind them.
She starts, her body ridged as she watches him move in closer. It is not his fault that she does this, she is but newly released from what had seemed to be the very depths of hell it's self, she is wound to tight right now and she only watches him quietly. She knows him though, his scent and his appearence, she knows him. This is when she knows her mistake and lowers herself fully to the ground, submitting to him like she has never done before. This was her shadow's alpha, and in true fashion he was her own as well. Her nose moves along the snow until it rests atop Vidar's paw. "ye- yes," her voice cracks as he speaks, he remember her name. Her pumpkin eyes turn to Vidar as she slowly gets up into a sitting position again and leans into him, trying her best to not let her belly be revealed to much. "My thanks dear Coszotl," though her voice is tight and parched she tries her best to keep it soft and sweet as it had once been, "it's been a... rough day," she says burying her face deep within the wells of Vidar's chest and shoulder as she speaks.
"talks like this"
Everchime
female - 5 yo - forever mated & bound to Vidar - mother ofAerith & Mortz Ildan, Sven, Meimdallr & Ragnar (x Vidar) - Mender - Taviora
It feels like millenia since last she'd set eyes upon this land, let alone on her shadow, music fills the air as if by chance it could actually be heard by those present, it is a music of the soul. There is a clarity to her mind for but a moment as she stands, panting and wanting nothing more than to collapse, to throw herself in the cold snow and cry. Cry for what she thinks she could very well have lost in the time it had taken her to get back to this place. Safety, this is the one word she thinks of when she thinks of him, safety and warmth. Her shadow means the world to her and she hopes that he feels the same for her, no... she knows this is fact because... well because she just knows it. Deep down, deep into a part of her heart she didn't even know she had, a part she had thought would be filled for Pan but had in the end been filled by someone more suited to her, however the fates saw this, they saw it and placed them together. That is all she can think of it. That she loves him, more than anyone else in her life.
She doesn't hear him coming, she should, really she should be on high alert after what just happened to her, but she can't bring herself to be thusly, her energy from running for so long and so hard was all but used up at this point. It is however, noted that she stays in a seated position, unwilling to let her legs bow under the weight of her frail body. Her head dips down to sniff at the snow, to push it aside, to find the dirt and grass below it and sniff. His scent is there, but it is not from the ground that she finds it, but from the air all around her. Like a warm perfume it fills her insides with it's fragrence. Her head flys up and she looks around to see him, her sweet shadow, proof that not all in this world were horrible monsters. Proof that she was safe once again. A low, barely inaudible whine greets the yip that leaves his lips, he moves quickly to stand before her, always the best of men, he waits for her to make the first move and as always she is to kind to not give in.
Her nose rushes to meet the underside of his face, dipping and nipping playfully at the corners of his cheek, harsh breath leaves her lips as her tail wags to the point one would think that it might wag it's self off. He is here, with her, and that is all that matters to her. Nothing else could contain the happiness that floats from deep within her. "oh... my shadow," she whispers into his ear as she takes a few hopping steps forward while still staying seated to come as close as possible as she can, rubbing her entire body against his in her excitement. She dare not roll over, this she reminds herself. Let them have their moment for now, later he will learn of what has happened to her in the time they have spent apart. At long last she settles herself down enough to pull herself away and open her pumpkin spice eyes, welling with tears unshed for some time, her heart and soul are once again whole. It is at this moment that she noticed the male behind them.
She starts, her body ridged as she watches him move in closer. It is not his fault that she does this, she is but newly released from what had seemed to be the very depths of hell it's self, she is wound to tight right now and she only watches him quietly. She knows him though, his scent and his appearence, she knows him. This is when she knows her mistake and lowers herself fully to the ground, submitting to him like she has never done before. This was her shadow's alpha, and in true fashion he was her own as well. Her nose moves along the snow until it rests atop Vidar's paw. "ye- yes," her voice cracks as he speaks, he remember her name. Her pumpkin eyes turn to Vidar as she slowly gets up into a sitting position again and leans into him, trying her best to not let her belly be revealed to much. "My thanks dear Coszotl," though her voice is tight and parched she tries her best to keep it soft and sweet as it had once been, "it's been a... rough day," she says burying her face deep within the wells of Vidar's chest and shoulder as she speaks.
"talks like this"
female - 5 yo - forever mated & bound to Vidar - mother of
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- t h e r a i n t h a t f i l l s - By s e n March 14, 2014 at 03:46:23 PM
I could be a shadow - By Vidar March 19, 2014 at 00:12:55 AM
Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl March 27, 2014 at 06:27:49 PM
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