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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2010 7:41 pm
 The chill of the night breeze crept up on all those who were resting for the night but came as a soothing caress to the one who lay there still awake. Her thoughts were in a whirl as she contemplated all that had happened in her life. The birth of her first litter only to have them killed off one by one and only one escaping. Being separated from her son for so many years and the reuniting. Rekindling her love with her hearts true King and then bearing him daughters who were influenced by that horrendous night.
They had all been through hell and back but they persevered and grew stronger. Her son had a mate of his own and her daughters had grown into two adult lionesses that she could easily say she was proud of. Her nest was empty and she was no longer needed...or at least that was how she felt. Now it seemed that she could no longer gift her husband with children. They had tried and tried but alas no luck. Perhaps she was just too old now. A sigh left her maw as she lowered her head in shame. Then it happened, a faint whisper danced about her ears. It was too faint to be an actual voice nearest her and it wasn't the whispers that usually plagued her either.
They beckoned for her to follow but she didn't dare go alone. "Dear heart..." She called for her King, moving up to stand.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 8:29 am
Speaking of family, his thoughts turned toward his daughters, as the night that they had been born was drawing near once more. He remembered being unsure of the pair, if they bode ill or good for the future, but now he is very proud of how they've grown up. Strong and loyal, if a bit twisted, he knew he could rely them on at any time to come through. He loved them dearly, as much as their older brother and his family. Thinking of the kids, he glanced at his mate who was laying down but not asleep.
He watched her for a time, just laying there. He'd noticed she'd become more and more melancholy since the children had grown and moved on, and no more cubs came to replace them. There'd been even a few nights he watched her cry in her sleep, unable to bring her the comfort she so desperately needed. He felt as though he was the one letting her down, and it saddened him more than he'd let on to her. He was the King, and it fell to him to be the strong one after all. It was his role, and for now it seemed all he knew to do.
He turned his gaze away from her and took to pacing once more, trying to work out the frustration he felt at being unable to help the one he loved the most in the way she needed it most. He felt the chilly night breeze sweep by, making him shudder slightly in the dry desert air as it ruffled his mane and flakes. He paused, head uplifted to the sky with eyes closed, he longed to hear an answer on the wisp of wind. To whom should he go?"Dear Heart..."Her voice was the voice of angels, and it drew his attention back to reality. He turned to look at her once more, a tender smile changing his face to one of worry to sweet love. "Yes, Love?", he said quietly, making his way over the sleeping bodies of his small pride to the one place above all he knew he belonged to nuzzle her neck right behind her ear. He loved her more than life itself, and if he ever lost her again...He drowned out that thought by burying his face in her neck and letting her scent fill his nose. No, he would never lose her again. He vowed to make her happy somehow...
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 10:46 am
A sweet purr reverberated in her throat and she gladly returned his affections and nuzzled his neck as well. While Tyranny did all he could to appear strong and hide the worry from her, she knew him all too well. There was much on his mind concerning his brother Jeurai and just as much on his mind concerning herself and their children. The voices of the dark one fed off of his worry and used it to torment her further.
"I've heard whispers and their nothing like the ones that plague me. They feel warm with welcome but carry this underlining ominous tone. It beckons me to follow...but I dare not go alone."
Valora turned her head and stare out at the vast dessert with slightly furrowed brows. Just what could be out there calling to her? What could it possibly have to say to her? Was the journey even worth it?
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2010 5:46 pm
"My Love, you are never alone." He lifted his head long enough to at her face, taking in the lines of worry and the far off gaze as she looked further and deeper into the desert. He nuzzled her once more, adding, "Wherever your heart and paws take you, I will be close by, forever and always. Koi can watch things, while everyone else is asleep."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 6:02 pm
Valora gave him a simple nod before looking off into the distance. Just where had that whisper come from? With some hesitation, she closed her eyes and opened her senses further to the world around her. For five minutes there was nothing but the usual breeze stirring the sands but then she heard the whispers again and she began following the direction they beckoned from. Her mind was in a whirl of thoughts. What could they want?
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2010 7:10 pm
Tyranny stepped away, summoning his ghostly sentry to him at the same time. He took a few moments to explain what was needed, then watched as Koi bowed to him and phased into invisibility on the mission to patrol the area till they returned. Satisfied, he turned on his heals towards his mate taking a second to really study her profile. She was so breath-taking each time he did this, it took his breath away. His heart became heavier the more he thought how sad she was, and hoped this might be an omen to better things.
Once she caught wind of what she'd been looking for and had set off deep into the desert night, he jogged to catch up. He took a position just off her right shoulder, every so often nudging it silently as to encourage her that he was there. He would ALWAYS be there.
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:41 pm
At first, her pace was even but given time it sped up until she came to trot and then finally she was in a full out run. Grands of sand were kicked up as her paws moved across the dessert dunes. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen but she didn't noticed. Her mind was focused so she really payed no mind to how much time had passed until she saw a lone figure in the distance. Almost instantly her pace slowed until she could be seen in a crouched position, slowly creeping forth with great caution.
"Dear heart...do you see what I see?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 7:51 pm
As she picked up speed, Tyranny dropped back more till he was following behind. At first, when they were finally going in a full out run, he exhilarated in the speed and just feeling his body move. For the first few minutes, he was okay but the longer Val kept her pace up, the more tired he was getting by the time fifteen minutes had passed, he was starting worry a bit about just where this voice was leading them. However, he gave no thought to ever abandon his mate.
When she finally slowed, he nearly passed her and had to slam on the brakes, sand flying as he skidded a little in his haste. At first he was wondering what was happening, why she was exhibiting such great caution until he followed her gaze and saw the lone figure himself ahead. Looking to her, he crouched down as well, prepared to fight for them both if need be, whispering, "Is that who called to you?"
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 8:07 pm
"I believe so. There are many whispers circling them. All of different pitches and emotions. The one of beckoning circles them too."
She fell silent once more and studied the lone figure for a while before continuing forth. Despite how cautious she was however, that figure turned it's head and locked eyes with her causing her to freeze in her very place.
"There is no need to be afraid. I come bearing gifts but only those worthy will be granted such gifts of fertility. You must make me an offer than cannot be ignored. Think on it and talk it over with your King. Once the offer has been made you can not back out."
There was a chance that she could have yet another litter? Joy filled her very being and with hopeful eyes she looked to Tyranny. She wanted to simply put all trust in this mage with such sweet promises, but life's experiences had taught her to be much wiser.
"Dear heart....do you know what this means? We could...we could..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 6:51 pm
Tyranny was silent through all this, glancing first at his mate, then to the lone figure when her body had frozen as their eyes locked. Something felt...wrong...like a bad taste in his mouth, as he heard the words the figure spoke. He smacked his lips as he stared untrustingly at the dark figure before them, as if trying to rid his mouth and mind of the taste as he thought things over. An offer that couldn't be ignored bode ill, and what could they offer of that much worth?
Dear heart....do you know what this means? We could...we could..."
He looked to his mate, and his heart melted instantly at the hope he saw in her eyes. Still the idea of making such an offer troubled him deep in his soul, and he nuzzled her gently as he closed his eyes. More children would bring such joy to them both, but at what price?
"Yes, we could, but....it said we must make an offer that cannot be ignored. What do we have of such value? I would offer up to this being my heart and soul for you to be happy once more, and do so in a heartbeat were you to simply ask it of me..."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:37 pm
"I would just as readily do the same for you my love but I could never ask that of you."
Her ears drew back as she sat on her haunches thinking things over. Just what could they offer this being that would be acceptable to gain children. It was then that her eyes widened with a spark.
"I could offer this being my sight whenever it would need it so that your soul can remain intact and free."
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 8:44 pm
Tyranny's mouth filled with distaste again as Val voiced her idea. He licked his lips once more, glancing to the dark figure before shaking his head. "To give your 'sight' means you give up some of your freedom, and I fear losing you more than anything. To what dark task would it ask of you? Might you be forced to lose your soul in the process? No, I think this offer must be from us both, not just from you alone, my love. I want you to be happy, but not if it will cost your soul..."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:20 pm
"If you were willing to the same, then why not I? How about we both offer ourselves. We could swear our services and loyalty to the this being and assist in anything she might need. If we go back on our word, our souls are to be collected so that our babes will be safe. Are you alright with this idea love?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:38 pm
Tyranny only had to think this over for a second. Though the implications of what could happen were enormous, the fact was he knew neither of them would go back on their word. He loved Val too much to NOT do this for her, and she for him, not to mention they would do this for their children with no questions asked to keep them safe. He glanced once more to the dark being, as if on the fence about her idea, but in his mind he was resolute. "For you and for our children, I would do anything. Now all we can hope is that this is an offer it can't refuse..."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 9:46 pm
A smile quickly spread across her maw and with the energy of a young kit, she bound over to her king burying her face in his neck with a loving passion before looking to the mage.
"We swear our services and loyalty to you and will assist in anything you might need. If we go back on our word, our souls are to be collected so that our babes will be safe. What say you?"
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