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Post by Phantom on Jan 24, 2010 14:42:29 GMT -5
Bleaknight rolled his eyes, voicing an annoyed growl. "Look, pup, your answer doesn't effect what I'm going to do. I'll let her go either way. You just have to answer honestly." It was quite obvious donovan was going to have to be more convincing somehow.
Slowly, Sun opened her eyes. Still a little out of it, she raised her head a bit, seeing the other alpha before her. Why did he look like that...? She tilted her head at his aggression, then seemed to notice the weight on her back. Glancing behind her, she stared at Bleaknight for a long moment before horror slowly filled her gaze. Using her forelegs, she tried scrambling forward, but the strength of the huge Blackshadow male continued to hold her in place.
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Post by Mystic on Jan 24, 2010 20:36:11 GMT -5
Donovan growled, "I love her, alright!" They were mates, after all. It was almost impossible for some sort of affection to grow between them. They'd had pups together, after all. They were responsible for Greenwood now. Maybe 'in love' was too much of a stretch for the moment. But he certainly cared for his mate. "It's hard to not love someone as clever as she is. Especially when you're responsible for running a pack together."
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Post by Phantom on Feb 4, 2010 18:24:52 GMT -5
Bleaknight rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You're worse than Mystic." He took his paws away and started off, tail flicking. He would be back eventually. Guilt Donovan even more, maybe. He enjoyed torturing people in Greenwood.
Sunstorm struggled forward, tail tucked and ears and body low. She raced to the trees and crouched against one, shaking a bit. But it only took a few moments before she shook herself from head to tail and straightened, taking a deep breath. Remnants of fear still glittered in her eyes, and a horrible darkness that came from horrid memories. But her body grew tall again and her tail and ears were high as she turned her back on Donovan to head back to the camp, not saying a word to him.
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Post by Mystic on Feb 4, 2010 18:35:10 GMT -5
Donovan couldn't help but snarl after him. His fur bristled and he watched as Sunstorm rose to her feet and began to trot back towards the dens. So that's how it would be. Very well then. The alpha male padded after her slowly, keeping his head high. In truth he was a bit worried. But her injuries were not life-threatening. A little frightening, perhaps. But she would live. He glanced back the way they had come, towards the Blackshadow border. Would he really allow them back, he wondered? And...did he honestly love Sunstorm? Or had the words just come due to adrenaline?
It is sad when you yourself don't know what truly lies in your heart. he thought, disgusted.
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Post by Phantom on Feb 4, 2010 18:50:09 GMT -5
Sun only looked back at him when they got to the dens. She trotted over to the head of their shared den, paused there, and turned back to face him, although avoiding his gaze directly. "Thank you." She whispered respectively, flicking her ear in invitation as she trotted into the den. She wanted to talk to him alone.
Personally, she didn't believe him. On any of what she'd heard. But especially on the claim that he loved her. What lies. Why did he even come after her? Wouldn't it have just been easier to let her go and claim a less-troublesome mate? Of course, that might give him a bad name if he didn't try. It was just her luck Bleaknight had been willing to give her up so easy.
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Post by Mystic on Feb 4, 2010 19:13:26 GMT -5
Donovan dipped his head to her and followed her into the den they shared. He turned a few circles before laying down and looking at her. She wanted to talk to him, of course. About what he'd said. How could he believe that he could have gotten away with saying such things in front of her? Donovan waited for her to speak first, his eyes briefly checking her over for some injury that might need to be treated.
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Post by Phantom on Feb 4, 2010 19:19:15 GMT -5
Her shoulders were injured, where Bleaknight's claws had dug in. Any other wolf would've limped back, but there was experiance in her gaze that betrayed that she was used to the same pain. And she didn't expect him to fuss over it. "Now that we're alone, can you tell me the same things you told Bleaknight with the same conviction?"
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Post by Mystic on Feb 4, 2010 19:33:23 GMT -5
"I love you." Donovan said, rather in a monotone. He set his head on his paws. "You're the mother of my pups. My alphess." There wasn't quite as much feeling as there had been, because desperation and fright had forced his true feelings to be revealed. Now he wished he could have just gone back and attacked the brute instead of opening his big mouth.
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Post by Phantom on Feb 4, 2010 19:56:02 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Liar." She snorted, but moved over to curl against him anyway. She said no more, resting her chin against his shoulders. But after a moment, she took her touch away to lean back and groom the blood from her shoulders. She could believe Donovan if he just made the effort.
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Post by Mystic on Feb 4, 2010 20:05:16 GMT -5
Donovan knew he could convince her. If he tried, at least. But he just didn't feel up to it. Let her believe he was a liar. Her loss. But all the same Donovan nudged her muzzle away from the wounds on her shoulders and began to lick them himself. Mates must do what mates must do. Perhaps this could be his way of convincing her. Doing little things like this. Actions spoke louder than words. But actions also took ten times longer to convey themselves and their meaning.
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Post by Phantom on Feb 4, 2010 20:14:58 GMT -5
She frowned at the motion, but lay down to let him do so. Who was she to reject his help? She lay her head on the ground, eyes going dull. But she did twist her tail to brush it against his fur, and eventually, she relaxed under his touch. She trusted Donovan with a lot about herself. But she might never trust him around her pups again. Which was the exact reason she would never tell him about how six of their eight pups were lost.
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Post by Mystic on Feb 4, 2010 20:22:09 GMT -5
Donovan was satisfied when the clawed shoulders stopped bleeding, then he set his head on her back. Perhaps he'd go and see his pups one day soon. It wasn't like the Blackwood wolves could stop him. They were his pups, after all. Who knows? Maybe he would actually invite them back into the pack. The Blackwood lands could become an extension of Greenwood. They'd need all the territory they could get, with his eight little pups..
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Post by Phantom on Feb 4, 2010 21:00:13 GMT -5
She moved to gently lick his shoulder, and let out a sigh against his fur. "Donovan... I do love you. Even if you really don't love me." She was just gonna have to accept that. When her thoughts wouldn't stop lingering to him, when she dreamt about him... it was like how she'd once felt about Hemitite. To love a thing that could never really be hers.
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Post by Mystic on Feb 12, 2010 9:21:22 GMT -5
Donovan blinked and raised his head a bit, his ears pointed forwards. Now that was a bit unexpected! After a few moments, he set his head back down on her back. "Well, whether you believe me or not, I love you." So...there. He wasn't good at being mushy. At least, not when no one was in danger apparently.
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Post by Phantom on Feb 15, 2010 20:59:23 GMT -5
Apparently. She smiled softly back at him and licked his nose. "I got that much, sweetheart." Sudden guilt tore at her belly and she frowned. There was something she should probably have told him a long time ago. She sat up and turned to face him, ears drawn back. "Donovan... of the eight pups we had, only two still live." She sighed, ducking her head, eyes dull. "I let them play by the river, and... when I wasn't looking, all but one went too far into the water. With help, one of these was saved, but... the others..." Of course she was taking responsibility for the deaths. It would be stupid to tell the male that already had a bad opinion of her daughter that it was on her land that the six perished. No. She would take the heat for this.
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