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Post by Sheera on Apr 18, 2008 21:17:44 GMT -5
Guerrier's eyes remained calm, but his insides churned with sympathy, and concern... for her. He thought deeply about each word, and thought about what he had just learned.
"Diablo..." he murmured, thinking about where he had heard the name. "Diablo? Diablo... " then his optics lit as he remembered.
"Diablo, purifyer of Night, a forced female." he murmured to himself and Annanti.
"Mephisto!" he spat, he hated the name and wolf to the undergrounds.
He shook his head gently, and slowly and spoke.
"Twisted past we both have, painful pasts." he murmured this gently.
Another name from the story had lit up to him, though he did not repeat her name as he had with Diablo.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 18, 2008 21:56:23 GMT -5
Annanti heaved a heacy sigh. "Perhaps he will change, with time. Perhaps Lucinda will find him again. I hope so." She wondered where Lucinda was now, if she could bear to reside in the paradise of Twilight while her mate wandered, insane, on the lands below her. From what Liv had said of Lucinda...it wouldn't be long until her grandmother threw herself into Hellfire to boil. Worry suddenly sprouted in her, and she hoped fiercely that would not happen. Who would be able to lift her from the flames but Diablo?
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Post by Sheera on Apr 19, 2008 21:04:59 GMT -5
Guerrier waited silently, waiting. He always seemed to be patient, when letting her ponder her own thoughts that is. He pushed the thoughts of his past away, though he deeply wandered where his sane brothers and sisters were. He kind of wandered where his insane mother and sister may loom, maybe burning in Hellfire or digging a stake into some wolf's heart. Maybe... maybe they loomed around him at this very second... maybe they picked up his scent and have staulked them through his whole life? Staulkers... anything but sane...
Most of all, he wandered if his father had survived, again. Though he knew it was impossible, it did not stop him from thinking, wondering if his father was alive.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 19, 2008 21:30:45 GMT -5
Annanti rolled over, eyes tired. "Perhaps....we should rest. I don't want to be caught off my game if those rouges come back..." she was already nodding off, laying still in the warm moss bedding she'd collected. She blinked her dropping lids open, eyeing him with wonder. Please stay, she hoped silently.
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Post by Sheera on Apr 19, 2008 22:01:02 GMT -5
"Okay," he said lightly, as though replying to her plead. He adjusted into a sphinx position and layed his head down. His eyes closed, but he did not sleep. He lay awake, he would not sleep.
I wonder if this will last... I wonder when I will lose her... No doubt, somehow, my heart will tear.
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