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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 7:34 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 1:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2018 2:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 5:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2018 5:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 4:54 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2018 8:29 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 2:32 pm
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☆═━┈┈━═☆
It seemed like 7 years had passed...yet it was only 7 weeks. Dizzy had conceded to becoming a knight under his stepfather until he could find something he was better suited for. During this time, he had trained and studied. He would wake up hours before the sun would rise and go to sleep late in the night. Dizzy knew that this was the only way to prove to Orixana that he supported her and loved her more than anything. The classes that they had together were torture. All he wanted to do was hold her close and breathe in her scent. Even if he was seated across the room from her, her beautiful daffodil and earthy scent tempted his senses. Dizzy found it unbearable at times. How could she be so close yet it feels like she was miles away? His heart burned to be with her again. He would do anything to be able to call her his daffodil again. Anything. Even become a stupid knight.
When it came to his knight training, he and Aefir were at the top. There was always competition between the two of them. However, Dizzy wanted to surpass him. Yet it seemed that Aefir was always one or two steps ahead of him when it came to certain areas. Sure, Dizzy had sharp senses and quick reflexes, but Aefir usually had a cooler head and could make better decisions in the heat of battle. Dizzy was always so impulsive. "That's how I lost Orixana...being impulsive...I should have thought before I spoke."
Every night when he would become tired and ready to sleep, Dizzy would sniff out where she was sleeping that night. It didn't matter if she was at the castle, at her brother's house, in her mother's room...he didn't care. He would sleep in his wolf form outside beneath the window. She was his treasure to guard. Even if her brother could keep her safe enough, Dizzy felt it to be his personal responsibility to keep her safe. During this time, his scent on her had slowly faded away. It was almost nonexistent now. He wanted to renew his smell on her, to proclaim to the world that she belonged to him and him alone. Maybe it was his inner man or maybe his inner beast. Whatever the case may be, he wanted to prove his love to her somehow.
This particular evening, Dizzy had written her a letter, and tied it to the stem of a daffodil. In neat script, it read: "Meet me by the glen at sunset." It was obviously Dizzy, but the handwriting had improved dramatically from when he would first leave her little love notes and letters. The lessons seemed to be working to refine him.
Now, Dizzy stood by the trees that led into the glen. He stood there in a suit. His wild hair was slicked down and tied neatly in a ponytail. Quietly, he paced back and forth, wondering, hoping, praying that she would come.
☆═━┈┈━═☆
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