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 Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 10:43 pm
She hugged him deeply. Her tears starting to fall away.
"If think it is time we told each other about ourselves." She waited making sure he was comfortable talking about it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 10:47 pm
"I suppose..." He said quietly, not really sure what she meant...A few tears escaped his eyes before they dried, but a few was still more than enough. He held her in silence for a moment, waiting for her to speak...
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 10:52 pm
She noticed his confused tone. "I mean about our history." She stay silent for a few minutes just resting in Runt's arms. "Would you like to go first....or do you prefer me to?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 10:57 pm
"Well mine's pretty short, really..." He said, meant to sound bored of the subject. "I was the runt of the Den...hence the name...was born in a litter of 5, and a family of 21...still the runt of all those litters too...and was raised in the Den 'til the night I met you..." That was truly his entire history. No war stories...no loves...nothing...you could say he was a social runt as well, if you wanted to stretch the meaning...
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:08 pm
She smiled. "My story is very complicated, but it will answer most of your questions that I know you have." She sat up and looked at him. I was born in Germany in 1707. My mother died giving birth to me and my dad died some years later. I have a sister who refuses to talk to me and I absolutely despise Lycans. Except for you. There was something that drew me to you. Now on to Frederick. For some time I did not care for him. I actually hated him. But for some reason, I fell in love. And he loves me, the only reason he went after me was to protect the coven, he may love me, but he puts the coven before all others. And somewhere, deep down in my heart, I still love him." She wiped a small tear away from her face. "But you control more of my heart than anyone, and would gladly give it to you, if you asked." She looked at him and smiled. "Your all I can think about, and I couldn't explain it till now."
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:21 pm
Runt was floored by what she'd said..."You loved him...?" He looked off to the window that Frederick had escaped from. Her explanation actually raised more questions than answers...like was she really 300 years old? she looked like a child...And what about Astarte? Why weren't they speaking? Most of these quetions he felt he should keep to himself, and the others would gnaw at him 'til he forgot about them...Looking back at her, he wrapped her up again, protectively. He didn't know anything about this 'coven' but he would rather not find out if it meant more Vampires...
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:25 pm
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." She snuggled in his arms. "I do realize my past is weird and thats its confusing, so if you have any questions, don't fear asking them." She smiled as she laid in his arms.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:40 pm
He kissed her forehead, but did not say anything. He had nothing to say about him...or them for that matter. It was, apparently, long since over between them...the droning silence of the cathedral rang in his ears, the swirling winds at the broken window, the candles flickering...it was making him sleepy...
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:46 pm
Wynter smiled as she lay in his arms. She could sense he was tired. She confessed she was a little drowsy herself. Not realizing it, she closed her eyes and dozed off.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:50 pm
((flippadyflipady doo daa))
Astarte walked silently into the cathedral. She was hungry ad smelled the scent of a lycan. She licked her lips, "Mmmm." She walked down the isle, pretending to be invisble and knelt before the alter.
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2007 11:53 pm
Wynter fell asleep in his arms, he looked down at her with a weary smile on his face. Layin his head against the pew behind him, he closed his eyes, fighting off sleep so he could think...it only made it worse and soon he was snoring quietly. Their steady breathing was almost in unison. Runt was dreaming, holding Wynter like a child held a teddy bear while he slept, of his time back at the den...the rough times...the ones of abuse and fighting the bigger pups for a teet...he held Wynter tighter...
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:00 am
Wynter woke up suddenly to the a familular scent. She saw Runt asleep and moved slowly to not wake him up. She stood slowly and looked around for the scent. She recgonized the scent to be vampire, but not male, so it wasn't Frederick. She looked up and down the pews, trying to find the vampire.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:04 am
She grinned wickedly, bearing her teeth. She opened one eye and looked in the corner of her eye. Her hands were clasped together as if she were praying.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:05 am
Runt turned over onto his side. "Zzzzzzzzzzzz"
|ooc: sleeping is sooooo easy to post xd
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 12:07 am
Wynter stopped suddenly and turned around to the alter. She saw a women kneeling down. She grinned slitly. "You don't fool me for a second....Astarte."[/orange]
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