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Post by DalenaShallot on May 5, 2013 15:19:04 GMT -7
Green eyes from afar caught her attention to only bring a smile."You I hope, slept as soundly as I did." Was more of a statement then a question, but he nodded pawing at the grass covered street. She shook her head a moment to only turn away and make her way back inside, to where she left the saddle bags that held their feed. She stopped when she entered letting her eyes adjust a moment to wrinkle her nose to sneeze even as she quickly tried to cover her mouth as another escaped."m perhaps a bit of dusting later."she mumbled turning to where she hung the bags not seeing legion as she did so she pulled the bags from their hooks. She turned back only when she caught movement out the corner of her eye and nodded."Would you care for me to also prepare us a tea to enjoy while waiting for the food to finish cooking?
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Post by Ghost on May 5, 2013 15:58:24 GMT -7
"Water this morning if you don't mind, the taste of your home city still lingers, and I/we find the bitterness of lingering decay still dampens the senses." Legion meant only that the supplies they had been packed with showed signs of unhealthy age. But clean, dry storage for things like grain and herbs was still being refined, as were the methods of drying and preparing things like tea. He could taste when something wasn't quite dry enough and developing molds, or when it had been dried so much as to rob an item of all flavor. Yet he was unable to explain the processes used by previouse generations.
"I/We were thinking, with a few more snares, if enough foul are captured...perhaps we could build some thatch cages and bring them back to the city for the breeders?" The live stock was always in need of building up. New people finding their way to the city, trying to make a living off the poisoned soil. Legion flexed one hand pressing the leather glove more firmly between his fingers and shifting the metal rings that bound them, the glove proving stuborn this morning to his physical adjustments. Washed leather was always stuborn however. "Do you need any help with the meal? Or do you have time to help us with the traps?"
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Post by DalenaShallot on May 5, 2013 17:27:24 GMT -7
"mmm wish you had not reminded me.....for a moment the idea sounded appealing, but now I have lost any taste for it."She wrinkled her nose. She was far more spoiled out of the city then when forced to return. Legion always made sure they had fresh herbs when ever possible and anything he had time to dry for storage always seemed to taste better. Oh well maybe someday she have to ask him to try and teach her. he did after all show her how to cook. Tossing the saddle bags over her shoulder she nodded."I can help. also sounds like a good plan as well......m wonder if we could do such a thing here?" She fell silent going over the idea again. Her thoughts on this place possibly somehow being made secure.they could perhaps one day store some of her findings here. Would even give the king releaf in not having to worry of having certain items discovered being hidden by him as well for the cross. in time, in time. "alright let me place these beside the fire then we can get started."
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Post by Ghost on May 5, 2013 17:45:21 GMT -7
Legion could only nod in a muted sympathy. While he did not mind eating all manner of foul things he also appreciated the finer things and one thing he could not deni unmistacably was missing things like refined tea...or coffee for that matter as he thought about it. "Their is enough brush around sturdy cages should not be troublesom. Care for them durring the return journey may be a little tediouse, it will limit the number we can carry back as well...still...Your father and the king should appreciate practicality of even a few....but What are you thinking of doing here exactly?"
He was fallowing Takara out eyeing the wight of the saddle bag she carried...the city dwellers had been far to kind with the rations, really, they could have used the food more in the city. He was sure they worried for their Lady Takara. She was one of the few children born in these ages to survive, perhaps the whole citry then felt as if she was their own child? Upon stepping out into the oipen however Legion flinched however. A growl like that of an animal in pain, fallowed by the smell of smothering fire and smoke. Legion was sent cowering back within the shadow of the building. He had grown so use to sleeping covered in his cloak and the like, so use in fact to being in the open and thus aware of the ever present sun that having been inside all this time he had forgotten temporarily about the natrual light lurking outside. The curses that left his lips a moment later were in several unfamiliar languages and even a few more familiar ones to Takara, leaving her without any doubt of the general unsavory nature of the whole volumes meaning.
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Post by DalenaShallot on May 5, 2013 18:14:21 GMT -7
She turned away walking outside proceeding back to the fire and their meal."well I was thinking........I think you agree the cross should not be the one to decide what the people should and should not have. You have helped me on knowing what is good and what should never be given to the people. The king remains in good standing for the moment, but the winds could change if they even got wind he might have something hidden from them....and if we could somehow make this self sufficient......without having to maybe drain you Legion and with laws help......we could use this as our home away from home. You can do what you must as I can with no interruptions or thoughts of being discovered. a safe place possibly?" She went on to place the bags beside it but well away from the fire. Bending slightly she picked up the cooking spoon and slowly mixed their food to suddenly drop it and stand quickly when she heard the growl. Spin in it's direction she watched as legion quickly went back inside. Shaking her head she ran quickly in his direction as her ears caught his unfamiliar words. and her nose wrinkled suddenly at the smell and she coughed covering her mouth a moment mumbling threw her hand trying not to gag at the smell."Are you alright? Or do I need to check the snares?"
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Post by Ghost on May 5, 2013 19:04:09 GMT -7
"Inside...I/we can avoid the windows and gather the shadows of things to cast away the indirect light...I/we should know better. One moment." He rose examining the damages, he would have to wrap it....for a few days at least. Something to remind him of his own frailty at times. "This will not take long." He shifted turning slowly but as he turned it seemed he changed shape till he was slithinering as a large snake, then again he shifted and was darting like a deer, swifter then the eye back up the stairs. A brief exertion of power shifted him incorpal at the top of the stairs like smoke he drifted through all their bags then solid like a plant to gather the materials snaking around them, around bandages and salves of aloe and stranger herbs, around his full armour and cloak, then snap it all came together like magic in an instant coiling and wrapping to form the shape of his human form once again, pale of skin. The bandages wrapping around the eareas that remained chared and exposed, the skin sloughing off like fat melted from a roast but rather then hit the floor it disappeared with in the confines of the wrapping bandages and darting darkness, the clothing and ar mour wrapping around him and merging into place without any conciouse effort and then he knelt putting the salves and bandages away once again before crossing the gates of existence back into the moment of time when he had first turned away from Takara to head up the stairs like a shadow appearing befor the one that was slithering away.
"I/We have gotten careless. Shall we proceed? So...a safe haven away from home...It may be possible but it will take time to rebuild this to be sustainable. " Ignoring the fact that his shadow was now darting up the stairs behind him he returned to the conversation he should have missed a moment earlier. His underrobe covering his frame completely but for tendrils of silver hair that seemed to peek out from with in the hood. Stepping out again into the light this time prepared for the sun awaiting him he moved to the trap snares set the night befor. Only two of which had yeilded any fruit for the morning, one mature phesant and a younge quail. The other snare was sprung but empty...likely a rabbit was the culprit of this however.
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Post by DalenaShallot on May 8, 2013 17:54:42 GMT -7
She paused frowning as she watched him seeing a shadow. She shook her head a lot she knew about Legion and a lot more added ten fold she knew nothing about him. made so much sense to her didn't it? She seen his shadows before. a bit unsettling for a small amount of time as she recalled getting to know him. At first it even frightened her, But not once ever had he ever been impatient, cruel or said a harsh word to her. Stern yes but never harsh or cruel. She focused on what he was saying and nodded knowing she couldn't argue it with him. he never let her check for herself to be sure he was fine. another thing she learned. other then the first time she found him. she shut her thoughts like a book then, going back to the matter at hand. "Yes I know But...........do you think we could manage it? Be perhaps a safe place for yourself as well if that need ever comes Legion. I don't know how much longer they will continue to let me run the country side even with you. And you are well aware of as to why."She shuttered at the thought. She wanted no mate or children she was quite happy for the moment with her own pursuits and her goal in helping the people. children? mmmmmmm debatable she wasn't sure she wanted any to live in these times. easier for her yes and them because of where she was born, but it still could be hard and the demand of the cross that one day you had children? After a breaf pause as one could see her thoughts dancing in her eyes she continued."And also re leave the king of stress and more time to show me how so much of this work and how to maybe repair it? If it can be."She whistled once and watched as the animals all raised their heads knowing the call and she set out feed for every one of them even that lizard thing Legion rode.
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Post by Ghost on Jun 20, 2013 23:38:11 GMT -7
"I/We think this could be built into a capital if you so wished it. Time is the only constraint... As for how long..."He paused glancing into the distance as if he had forgotten everything else he were doing. He held the birds with one hand effortlessly and silent as he seemed to try to grasp at his essence seeking a way to express the moment. "Your time is limited and limitless....you live a short while but your not as restrained as you think, as long as the priesthood believes within their grasp is a suitable mate. They have no reason to stop you from traveling and improving the diplomatic relations of your growing country and their needs are exceeding their means." Odd things to notice really back then the binding rings had been convenience he wondered at what point humanity had chosen them to mean power?...not that the interpretation was wrong he supposed. In his mind he pictured the cuffs bonding his ear and the hundreds of seals that they had born through the ages, and he thought of those on Takara's ear. Such a trivial thing yet...odd what had carried over the centuries...did they even understand its meaning?
He changed the subjects just as abruptly. "We should find a good place to keep these for now. Later in the evening we can seek out the nests, I think their should be a number of them here." With his free hand he looped the snares to act as tethers for the feet of both birds keeping them leashed to his side. "Fresh livestock could help improve availability of goods for all." It would bring new blood to the stock breeders, and increasing the number of eggs.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 16:03:32 GMT -7
*she nodded in silence as she digested the thought of this being a capital and his words a suitable mate. She looked him up and down then.* "mmm if your thoughts are on mine this moment as your words click within my mind.......It would work, We would have to work out the details.mmmm but it might work... you, they assume without a lie passing my lips. Assume you some how became lost and where caught in the changing land. They also assume you come from the higher blood lines. Only reason I can come up with,That They let me leave with only you, and not a large portion of the guard this time. It is a idea."
*she fell silent on the matter to direct her attention back the fowl he held.* I saw something looks to be some sort of building behind the trees not far from where I tide our pack horses. I was going to explore it after we broke our fast, unless it's another extension of this library. we could perhaps use it for now, for the game birds? that is of coarse if it's suitable to hold them until we design something permanent. Yes as always you are several steps ahead of me thinking...we can look for said nest as you suggest, but then again.......your wiser and come from what age? *she gave that sudden looks of mischief as she quickly turned away without elaborating she was teasing about his age,unaware of his thoughts on any of the previous matters of a mate or anything else.*
*like a bolt of lightening his first words hitting her now she stopped and spun a moment to face him replying.*"Not simply my wishes Legion.......yours as well. Something of yours. Think on that. I know very little, even if I like to think I know more of who you are and what. I don't..I know from last night conversation with law he called me your handler? or some such thing, as if someone to answer to. I am not. I like to think we are friends.and you are also my teacher.How I look at it and........*suddenly she turned a soft shade of pink and turned away quickly walking in the direction she mentioned.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 17:17:26 GMT -7
They/he never considered the concept of a place to stay of their/his own only because time for them/him was such a vast thing. No place withstood the effects of time forever after all. "We/I required the prompting to create such a place. Orders or wishes are all that describe the prompt, an intention of desire intended to be a recommendation on our/my behalf, though not that this was the intent to order or demand us/me. " So many words, his voice a flurry of noises both human and sometimes more like natural elements of wind or water suddenly but making coherent human words, definitions fallowing by default through his thought processes that he rendered aloud for her understanding. A habit formed by their mutual need to understand one another better for sake of communication which was still rough at times. Fallowing now her steps his armor silent despite the weight within it, the fowl themselves pulled along with their tethers though unwillingly at the moment though the birds did come they also fought to get away. Complex expression escaped him at the moment, to say they/he enjoyed or liked the idea but it was a sound conclusion. This was a good place to keep history, to keep things like them/him, to build a base or home, a start of invested knowledge and learning. Hmmmm A city Library of law was to become a city library of Knowledge....How amusing actually. It was a celestial joke on religion, one that internally made them/him laugh, and the echo of that sound externalized was something they/he had never made previously. The sound was not pleasant nor describable as it was created by the parts that were not on the side of humanities well being. It had actually not been intentional, it was just a coincidence of moment and they/he choked the sound off just as quickly as it left their/his throat, leaving a vaporous hissing in its wake. The fowl on their tethers attempting to take flight only to reach the end of their leash and remain unable to escape. Other animals remaining hidden rather then face the wrath of the anomaly that and invaded their peaceful garden domain. These thoughts were presently unwelcome, humanity was necessary to the cosmic state of balance. It was the burns degrading their/his shell that caused these kinds of little outbursts. Duality of his multifaceted nature. "Chaos is a funny thing, self perpetuating, destructive, incomprehensibly, only to be self propagating upon its destruction like a storm, part of a cycle of events caused by conditions of weather presently measurable only by those who study the phenomenon. Law, that would refute magic by science becomes a center of knowledge struggling to survive extinction by magic." A failed attempt to explain a humor that she likely would not realize for what it was. Humor....escaping the normal analytical processes of this being that was Legion. His eyes shifting a rainbow of murky colors, like seeing a rainbow in a foggy puddle of mud actually. It passed leaving them a surprisingly simple and distinguishable brown for the moment.
The building itself an old supplies shed for the gardening contained a number of old neglected rusting tools an aged riding style lawn mower and a antique wheel barrel! The floor was smooth and covered with a bit of dust the shelves here piled with potting soils, seeding pots, dried seeds and even a few stowed herbs the age of which might make them better as unique curiosities then digestible substances. A large metal sink in the back had a slow faucet drip while next to it was coiled a hose with self winding springs and a stop break. Interesting find since most irrigation was troublesome in these times when your well and streams would shift about at a whim's notice.
A single glance of the contents brought the caucus of his/their thoughts to the front telling the names of tools, uses, time period, type of vegetation, level of skill required for use, methods of repair, definitions and anything else possibly connected to it. The building was stable the over head light flickered to life with the simplest click of the switch. "The tools will need to be removed for the safety of the birds....their does not appear to be any significant damage to the structure."
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 17:52:00 GMT -7
*"He didn't notice or comment on anything but this shed or the idea of making this his....theirs?" she thought to herself, and for a moment almost picked up a trowel he called it, to fling it at his head. she closed her eyes taking a shallow breath to calm herself reminding herself he was not like the men of her home.which was a good thing..wasn't it? "yes!" she blurted out loud, to fall silent again saying not another word, as she began to pick up odds and ends of lawn /gardening tools he called them, and removing them to outside the building in a neat pile to sort threw perhaps later if he deemed any of this rust covered artifacts.......tools would be of any use for later.*
*Nickering interrupted her thoughts and she turned long enough to glare at her horse mumbling.* "Not funny. It isn't.and quit reading my thoughts, especially right now." Her companion simply trotted up and gently nudged her arm as if in sympathy. She wondered why she felt such a emotion from him, but shrugged it off getting back to the business of removing items from the storage shed not even trying to contemplate like would normally on his words he spoken but moments ago about chaos, law science and magic. Perhaps it was still to early for her or she was still weary from the long ride? yes that had to be it.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 18:32:21 GMT -7
Legion tied off the leashes for now after being sure the birds could not escape them and moved to assist their/his frame having to shift to fit into the space despite the large opening doors. Mussel rippled under armor as the riding mower was pushed from the small shed to make room. Its wheels leaving tread marks in the plush growth outside. He/They were contemplating her reaction when it dawned upon their/his thoughts they had overlooked something. She was...angry? frustrated?....disappointed?...embarrassed?....Words and meanings but he didn't understand suddenly and this left the entirety of his being temporarily paralyzed in contemplation like a great statue immobile and silent. Time passes with work and work passed the time, the sun beaming down and radiating off the lustrous and mysterious dark metal in waves of heat that could have cooked an egg easily. His armored body could have been used as a solar oven if he simply allowed some one to place something with in the empty confines in open sunlight. The runes however on the surface faded from their brilliant red to a dull black. Meaningless time....what had stolen their/his attention from the moment that would bring understanding to the unknown cause of her desire to strike him even momentarily with an object of unknown origin to her rather then ask about its use? HE/They should apologize but without knowing why it was meaningless. Emotion....complex and lost when he/they knew exactly what they meant, to understand however you have to be able to read them in context of the moment. Ah....He/they was careless of her in some way? Remedy, stop losing focus! Goals were endless, she had been concerned about they/his having a home to stay in. Food for thought. Funny expression but meaningful on their/his diet.
"If not for your rides compassion whom would you confide in? I/we are not as....attentive...helpful?" The processing of the meaning made it difficult to finish this sentence to their/his satisfaction though it was not meant to sound callous. Only observant in a way suggesting they/he were/was glad she had some thing to rely on when he/they could not be as reliable.
"This should be sufficient for now...our meal is waiting."
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 19:16:00 GMT -7
*she stopped suddenly, unmoving, when his words smacked her and registered what he just said and was trying to say. shaking her head Again.* yes my ride has compassion we have both seen that. And to answer you. I would still confide in only myself as I was doing WITHOUT interruption of unvoiced thoughts. Before you, or his highness I truly had no one to confide in. Teach me yes..but to hear my thoughts without guarding how I spoke? or share secrets? you I know keep secrets even if your not like myself. And I understand that, for you have reasons."* she turned away heading towards the fire where the stew simmered while her companion nodded at every word she had spoken, not feeling hurt, or dejected at her statement. was simple fact but also thinking she was going to be a hard nut to crack.*
*She now knelt at the fire ladle in hand as she reached first for on bowl dipping the ladle to fill the bowl, then placing it on the rock. she reached for the other filling it. putting the ladle aside she stood grabbing one of the two wooden spoons to go and quietly sit under a shade tree. she tilted her head in his direction speaking softly.*" you are a block head just so you know, and you/they have been full of compassion for me, more often then not as well as helpful, at-tentative and everything else."* She turned away then concentrating a tad bit to hard on her food but not touching it. She was not making herself blush again. He didn't get it. That was fine. She knew she was just simply over reacting and feeling it must be raw from such a long trip.*
Her companion snorted watching the two so simply trotted over to Legion his hoof stepping on his foot as he bumped not to polite into him making his way to stand in the shade close to his lady as if telling legion he was a idiot even for what he was without a voice to use. Now standing just beside her he glared back at the being in a mans form and snorted his long main of a tail snapping with irate irritation and indignant on how he thought legion should act.*
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Post by Ghost on Jul 3, 2015 20:22:14 GMT -7
Who would really want a being made of so many parts? So unstable a shape? Who would dare ask for the flood of emotion that teetered on the brink of Tsunami at the barest whisper? They did not abhor the thought of companionship, it was just not something ever considered. Humans with humans and creations were meant to be objects though he himself believed he was well above the status of object unless of course you were referring to him as a god. Still a thousand thoughts, saints and murderers, a thousand more beasts and elements, bound together. You could think with your mind or your form and this form was to unstable to be reliable, though all control was his own. More expression was needed however, a trait he often neglected over analysis. So they moved despite the sun drained runes of his armor, despite the sting of his many eyes, the hood fell back to reveal the helm and the helm fell away pushed by a hand as the shape moved to kneel by her, traversing the distance without effort. A bandaged and burnt hand touching her cheek. Expression was necessary...
"We..."He started and fallowed this time with, "I, " Instead of stating both simultaneously, though it was fallowed with bad grammar "Are sorry if I seem cold." The helm hitting the dirt even as the light burnt the dark skin of his ashen colored face, his hair a brilliant cinder of feathery strands the color of fire that matched those suddenly piercing eyes. "Emotion is dangerous to bare when its intensity is like that of the stars, difficult to express...." They stopped as the pain of sun exposure washed into their form and brought forth a string of new runes across his darkening features forcing him to shift the shade around them. The silver of his ear cuffs shifted from silver to gold and the darkness of his complexion burned away like a flash of light leaving short orange fur where hair had been and ice colored eyes surrounded by white snake scales, the skin where it still stood bare was swirling transparent pools of black and the armor itself finally relinquished its shape to that of a armored sphinx, with the cloak becoming velvet wings before a snapping sound brought it all back to a pale skinned man with silver hair and gold runes on his features bound in black luster armor once more. A dark travel cloak covering all, bandages visible in the seams and dark pools of omni-essent silver dripping from the bonds at ever joint. "Without....consuming everything." It was not that he could not speak when he shifted the voice was not bound to the shape but to hold the same meaning they/he wanted her to be able to see the words being spoken, because the struggle for dominance of shape was one of the obstacles between Legion and people understanding what he was trying to express at times. The shifting of forms frightened so many people, for people generally possessed only one form the whole of their lives. A form which suffered the scars of learning and the marks of age...their story was written into their existence in a different way.
The shade shifting with a ripple of power to shelter the alchemical born form but a wave of the hand banished the dome from them as they took her hand and kissed it placing his dark helmet once more on his head though when it had been retrieved from the dirt once more remained a mystery.
Eyes turning to slits that looked at her mount. "To express a single feeling could take longer...Time....has always moved against us." In this us meant him and no other for they could not measure moments as others did. He slid instead to sit releasing her hand now as the drained runes began to fill once more with red and silver though why they had drained out would require an explanation long winded and unnecessary to the moment. His appetite was negated by the shift of a moment ago and he frowned inwardly a moment for she had worked very hard to cook. His hands picking up the bowl regardless, he had just spent a needless amount of energy in expressing an emotion as best he could without simply consuming her senses in the moment. So much had changed from early years to these now...How did you say you were distracted by eternity when some one else had only a moment? Alchemists of old had never considered this, IF you could express a single thought perfectly, where did you start? Alchemy perfected the laws but made no words for translation of the action. This took so much time....they wanted more then a moment to express it but their were no words so the spoon dipped into the bowl and absently stirred the contents to cool it, to spare his burnt senses the value of heat.
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Post by DalenaShallot on Jul 3, 2015 22:21:04 GMT -7
*she lifted her head leaning into his palm as he spoke not realizing as she did so. She was a bit surprised he was suddenly beside her as She watched as each shift happened, even as her shocked expression was clear for all to see. That he would take off his hood then his helm, knowing as she did what the sun did to him but remained silent, and listened to his words as she struggled to remain calm, even as her eyes filled with un-shed tears. That he would take such a action to show her a moment of emotion, making sure she saw every expression he mint with his words.when in that moment the kiss placed upon her hand said volumes in letting her know in a single action she mint something. She bit down hard on her bottom lip while she gained control of emotions she seriously never thought to have with any man. She closed her eyes as she herd the change of direction to her companion. whispering when he finished.*"You just did without spending my life time in expressing anything as complicated as any emotion can be and is. Use my life time then and learn to see those moments as I do?" She smiled then even as she wiped a single tear betraying how much his actions ment to her and felt ridicules for the way she had acted but.at the same time pleased he was eating what she had made with such care.*
*His highness watched and winked at legion with a blue eye and smirking at her words, thinking she did very well expressing his thoughts without the mind meld and souls linking as of yet....perhaps there was hope after all. well one step at a time. Time is what he had, as he waited with patience for her to see what she already knew, subconsciously stood before her. At least Legion already got it.*
*with a thought appearing for only legion to see in the brilliance of those unusual eyes of his he lowered his head shifting his weight as a soft healing glow enveloped the man/ beast/Legion. For a single moment he was able to share his thoughts and he wasn't shy in expressing them.*" this once I'm granted to assist in your healing for a action you took towards my ward/our ward. Do you think we just trot along and choose anyone who can ride or for that matter is simply kind? be a hundred or more of me running about the country side then. your different, she is as well. Mortal perhaps, but different. She see's with not her eyes, or she had run in terror the first time you shifted to a horrible beast, that would have frightened most grown men to a early grave, let alone I doubt she been able to wake you from your cell and prison of the long endless slumber."* suddenly he was no longer in his thoughts but laying next to his mistress, as if nothing had happened as she reached out and let her fingers gently comb threw his silken main.*
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