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Post by Destiny on Dec 23, 2007 21:33:22 GMT -5
Nezero nodded through her story. A grim look on his face. Blood Mist ran in her veins. but she was no Blood Mist wolf for sure."My own heritage lies within the borders of Black Mist and that of a rouge. I was born a Black Mist wolf. My father came and took me from my mother when I was old enough to leave her side. He was killed soon after that, by a vicious ebony brute." Nezero's pools hardened. "I beleive that brute has finally suffered his death. You think the death of a wolf would be sad. His death brought great joy to my heart. It seems my mother is dead as well."The brute paused. He was'nt sure he should talk about love and hate in front of Twilla. So his story ceased.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 22:50:08 GMT -5
Tangerine nodded, sensing that Nezero was holding something back. She herself had not gone into the details of what had happened between her and Cursico....
Cursico and Tangerine had been lovers. However, Cursico had grown...abusive. Tangerine had fled him, both emotionally and physically scarred. Since then, Tangerine was wary of seemingly kind-hearted brutes. She no longer trusted anyone very easy. She'd begin to except the fact that she may never find love. And so be it.
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Post by Destiny on Dec 23, 2007 22:56:38 GMT -5
Nezero ate some more of the herbs.Then rose quite suddenly.Graying ears perked to something unheard by the faes."Moon...."His voice drifted like a disbeleiving whisper on the wind that was not there. Suddenly he snapped his head towards Sweet Tangerine."I have to go.Before I have no chance at all.Good day."He dipped his head to her. Before touching Twilla on the head."Remember youngling.Have hope."He murmured.Then the still young brute dashed off. Moon.. I can hear you...but I can't see you...where are you?
(I have to pull him away to a different thread.)
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 23, 2007 23:03:35 GMT -5
(alrighty. nice rping with ya =] )
Tangerine nodded. It was time she and Twilla found a den for the night, anyway. "Come on, Twilla! We need to find a warmer spot to sleep tonight...and maybe some fresh-kill..." She picked up the small pup by the scruff, careful not to let Twilla bump the ground. She sped off swift as ever, not looking back at Nero. She hoped to see the brute again soon; he'd seemed kind enough.
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
