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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:27 pm
"Lovely. Nine months....But if I continuously shift between, it'll be much shorter..." She said, tapping her chin. She grinned. "But that means no you-know-what." She said, sighing dramatically.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:33 pm
Ceon's chuckled, "I know, I know. Hopefully I won't go berserk like again. I want to make sure you and the babby stay safe." Ceon started climbing up a tree andhung down from a high branch. "You getting hungry?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:37 pm
Layna put a hand to her neck. "I wouldn't call it berserk." She said, looking up at him. When he mentioned food, her stomach lurched. She sighed. "I don't know what I'll be able to keep down." She said.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:43 pm
"You haven't eaten anything yet. Therefore you don't know if you can hold it down. I think there are still some deer steaks in the freezer at home." Ceon flipped off the branch and landed on his feet, his stomach rumbling. "I think I'm getting hungry too."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:47 pm
Layna crossed her arms. "You're always hungry." She said, raising an eyebrow. "I'll try it, but I still don't know. Sounds heavy." She said. She reached and grabbed onto his hand. She felt so disheveled at the thought of something growing with in her. His touch was a reassurance she clung to.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:50 pm
"Don't worry. I'll give you a small piece." Ceon held her close as he started back down the path in the park they haad originally walked through.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:55 pm
Layna laughed softly, holding onto him. She closed her eyes, her head whirling. Ever since the dock incident, her eyes seemed to register everything. But then she thought about the baby more now. "Maybe the Angel blessed me." She said, smiling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:58 pm
"Angel? What Angel?" Ceon's thoughts then recalled the message on the phone. "Layna, did you meet Nebiros?" asked Ceon nervously.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:03 pm
Layna looked up at him, confused. "Nebiros? Who's that?" She asked. Who was Nebiros, she didn't know that name. She didn't know who it was he was talking about, but now he seemed so nervous.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:05 pm
"The tainted that called himself an angel on the phone. Did you come into contact with him?" Ceon now stopped, his hands placed firmly on Layna's shoulders.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:09 pm
Layna clinched her jaw. She was so horribly confused. "I...don't know. There was a voice...but...I don't know." She said. What was so wrong about the voice? He seemed so nice, so helpful. Her mind didn't register the facts that the person was bad, or had evil intentions.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:11 pm
"Layna, what did the voice tell you. PLease, I need to know this." Ceon's clench on her shoulders became harder, his eyes filled with nervousness.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:16 pm
Layna flinched as his grip tightened. "He...He asked me what I wished for...that's all." She said, looking up at Ceon. What had she done wrong? Was the voice bad? Was she not supposed to talk to it? She wasn't sure. But the look in Ceon's eyes scared her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:20 pm
"Uggghhh, Layna. He now knows wherever you are and whatever you do. I researched him, he is an angel... a fallen angel. Next time you here his voice, tell me, ok? I don't know what he has planned for you but hatever it is, it's not good." Ceon released his grip from Layna, but the look in his eyes hadn't faded.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:22 pm
Kuro looks up, sensing a lycan. "Eh, it`s either him or someone who knows about him." He slowly got out of the bench, still sore from his wound, and limped toward the scent.
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