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 August 5, 2014 at 01:56:36 PM by Macaria
Snarls kept taking control of Kadiri’s maw. Each time he snarled, Macaria flattened her auds and hunkered to the earth, a bit afraid of him. Even though she was focused upon helping him, he still was frightening. But suddenly, his countenance softened and his vocals emitted not a growl but gentle words. Pleasure, Miss Macaria. He turned away from her but glanced at her briefly. My name is Kadiri, you may call me Kad if you find it more convenient. And, as a matter of fact, I do require your assistance. We have quite the journey ahead of us, Macaria; it is imperative that it is successful. Slowly, Macaria rose to her pads, nodding. The motion pulled at the newly formed scabs upon her scruff and she winced, a soft yelp escaping. “I will… I will do what I can to help you so that you do succeed in your mission.” But her words were cut off by his own. Unfortunately, it is no longer your choice if you are an instrument of success or not. It is mine. The fae gasped and slowly walked to the front of his form, her ambers boring into his green orbs. “You do say that, but I will help willingly, you need not force me. Why use force when it is not needed?” Her gaze was unblinking and she tried to figure him out as she gazed upon him. He was so… mean and rude to her, yet he spoke in eloquent phrases and had an aire about him that was attractive. It was all so contradictory, for in her pack she often found that a varg’s outer appearance matched their inner personality. But that was not the case in this particular situation. He was attractive in every way – his looks, his gaze, his voice – aside from what truly mattered. His soul was dark as night and evil. Still, her aunt had told her about her mate, Kenshin… and about the trials he had faced. Kenshin had been an assassin. A murderer without a second thought with a bloodlust that his evil deeds fed. But Kahlan’s loving mannerisms and constant adoration and belief in him had tamed the beast within him and had gentled him. Macaria was naďve enough and innocent enough to believe that she could now do the same. She was Kahlan’s niece after all, so shouldn’t the same traits and abilities be somewhere within her as well? A soft smile came to her lips and she returned her gaze to his. “They say that those who have to exercise their power to be respected truly have no power at all.” She knew the words would anger him for it would be taunting his being. But the first step to healing him would be to understand him and why he did what he did. “So, Kadiri, where are we going?” |
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- S H A T T E R P O I N T - By Kadiri August 8, 2014 at 05:06:54 PM
Sweet as Honey - By Macaria August 23, 2014 at 06:11:41 PM
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