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 Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 7:50 pm
...a lamb to the slaughter...
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:14 pm
SIMPLE FACTS
NAME Aignéis Lowell
AGE 13
BIRTHDAY September 22, 1784
RESIDENCE Stoneweald
PROFESSION Town helper, Dog breeder, Hunter
FAMILY
father...Woden Lowell, presumed deceased
mother...Diane Lowell, presumed deceased
APPEARANCE
SKIN Pale
HAIR Ash brown, very long
EYES Hazel
HEIGHT 4' 2"
BUILD Lean, underfed, petite
Lean from running around the village and helping anyone who needs her, Aignéis has the appearance of being at once quite healthy as well as chronically underfed; in truth she is both. While the people of Stoneweald have been quite generous in sharing the fruits of their livelihood with her in exchange for her work, there is never quite enough to go around and she is an extra mouth to feed, eating whatever she can from whoever is willing to feed her at the time. Living in the cold northern reaches of Sunderland also contributes to the fact that many who live in Stoneweald already tend towards being thin, spending much of their energy keeping warm, so a young girl who is still growing such as Aignéis, who never ate enough, comes off frail though her life circumstances have taught her body how to run, lift, and work.
Her long dark hair is usually pulled back and out of the way and if she has spent the day fetching water or gathering berries and wood, it often has growth tangled in it. Now that she is a hunter, she is more careful; she braids her hair back tightly so it won't hinder her movements. Anything that is caught in her hair is deliberate as a form of camouflage. It's difficult for her to think this way and she still prefers a loose ponytail more than anything else, but Artemis's will is often stronger than hers when it comes to these matters. In addition to changing how she prefers to wear her hair, hunting has also allowed her to eat more and she has put on muscle, though she still looks decidedly thin as she ends up feeding her dogs more than she feeds herself when she can get away with it. Allowing her to do that is a strange sort of mercy that Artemis does not always allow.
As far as her clothing is concerned, she dresses for warmth rather than style. Her collection of clothes is made up of worn down hand me downs from the older girls of Stoneweald who have outgrown. The cloth is often thinned so she wears layers of dresses that are too large for her thin frame and she ends up looking slightly swamped. To protect herself from the cold, she wraps a large scarf around her head and neck when she does work outside with has kept her skin largely pale. When she hunts though, she has learned that her dresses won't do. So she has taken her oldest dresses that still fit and cut them short to free her legs. She doesn't know how to make pants and it would be inappropriate to ask, so she merely wears her thickest pair of stockings and wraps the extra cloth around her legs, tying them off with whatever she has on hands. Her kills are becoming cleaner though and Artemis is pushing her to wear the furs of her kills though she resists because it feels too much like a trophy.
PERSONALITY
STRENGTHS Hard working, trustworthy, polite
WEAKNESSES Timid, uncertain, awkward
NEUTRAL Reserved, innocent, placid
As a young girl, when her parents were still alive, she had been quiet, but not uncommunicative. She got along well with other children and was biddable to the wishes of authority figures. She was eager to learn and enjoyed watching her parents as they trained their dogs. It inadvertently taught her a sense of discipline and she has remembered the things that her parents had said when evaluating dogs for breeding though she had not understood what her parents were doing at the time. She was always willing to help others and found the most satisfaction in completing tasks rather than in play. Her parents wanted to protect her innocence, so they sheltered her from their lives as hunters. They taught her how to run, but only as a form of play; they taught her how to wrestle, but only so the dogs would not overwhelm her. She loved freely and thought the world of anyone who showed her kindness.
The death of her parents meant the end of her childhood but not the beginning of her adulthood. Without the support of her parents, she could no longer run and play; she had responsibilities and duties that kept her clothed and fed. Still her world was one of kindness, so though she forgot her easy mannerisms and happy laugh, she never forgot to return the courtesy and kindness that others gave her. Learning uncertainty, Aignéis fell back onto politeness as her way of interaction when she found it difficult to communicate; awkwardness was easily forgiven in the face of an earnest smile and polite apology. Perhaps most of all, she learned how to be lonely; while Stoneweald was kind, she no longer had a family of her own, she retreated emotionally though she craved the connection and companionship that her parents had once offered her.
She seemed to blossom with Artemis at her side, but soon she would find that his influence was not meant to be pleasant and happy. While he lends her strength, he does not intend for her to remain softhearted and pleasant. He wants to strip away the awkward, timid exterior and to turn her resolve strong. Her politeness can remain, but under his tutelage, she is losing her ability to think innocently of the world. All around her, she is beginning to see the possibility of destruction and this terrifies her and his ruthless removal of all things she thought she knew about herself is perhaps unearthing primal instinct, the instinct to lash out in fear. She tries to retreat but when there is another being so closely bonded to her, there is nowhere for her to run; she has no place to hide her fear and longing. One day she may shed these burdens and face the life that has been chosen for her, but for now, while she wears a brave face, she would rather hide away from the world and return to a day when her only worry was which dog would be joining her in her bed that night.
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:33 pm
EARLY CHILDHOOD
SHE was born on the Autumnal Solstice which her parents had taken as a good sign. Naming her Aignéis for ‘lamb’ had been a wish, perhaps a naively idealistic one, that their daughter would grow up without ever having to face horror or tragedy. Her parents, both descendants of those who were historically wolf hunters and wolfhound breeders, hoped that their daughter would not have to live the life they did to defend the small village of Stoneweald. They were not wealthy, though no one in the village was, so they lived modestly working away at their chosen craft. They bred dogs that they would bring into larger cities and towns to sell for money to hunters and they patrolled the woods near and far to chase away any wolves that might threaten to return to Sunderland. They never saw wolves, for the wolves had been hunted to extinction long ago. And so, more often than not, the protected the village from more ordinary threats such as feral dogs that could not be tamed and the occasional bear forced to face civilization because of a particularly bad season for food. The long line of violence and fear of a terror that no longer existed would end with their daughter, so they hoped. For their daughter though, they wanted innocence and happiness; they raised her far from the violence of their chosen profession. They taught her to love the dogs and to play; they were determined that she would read and laugh rather than spill blood.
When she was young, she spent her days playing with the other children, doing simple tasks that all children did and watching her parents work the dogs. When she was old enough to begin to command the dogs and understand what she was doing, they began to teach her how to train the dogs. The image was probably laughable, a slight little girl of four or five giving commands to dogs as tall as she was and much longer, but she found happiness there with the dogs who listened to her words and followed her to bed at night when they were allowed. Her life was one of simple joys, but great affection, and this was something she could never imagine changing. Her parents seemed invincible and her dogs eternal. She laughed freely then and cried little. Her memories up to this point are vague and very little of import happened except it set her up to even greater sadness when this happiness was abruptly stolen from her.
ORPHANED
HUNTING trips, not that Aignéis knew what hunting really was at the time, meant that she got to stay with the neighbors for a time. Sometimes she stayed for only a day or two and sometimes her parents were gone for up to a month if they were answering a faraway rumor of wolves, but they never left her for longer than that. She would spend that time with the family children, playing their games and helping around the house when she could. Daily she would go back to her own house and clean anything that needed to be cleaned and to work with the dogs, though really, she simply liked to play with them. When they didn't return after several weeks, the beginning of concern worked its way into the neighbors' minds, but it was not time to truly worry yet. It would not be the first time that the couple found themselves farther than expected and they did not think it would be the last. They did not begrudge the little girl living in their midst for her parents rendered a vital service to the community and she was hardly any trouble.
It was only when one month, then two, then three, passed that the villagers thought the worst. Children are not naturally inclined to understanding death, so while Aignéis understood, as well as she could, that her parents were not returning. No amount of explanation seemed to be able to get her to understand what death truly was. It was a gradual process of living half in her own home with the dogs that now all piled into bed with her without her parents saying otherwise and half with various neighbors who took pity on her at night that finally made her understand. The tipping point was the death of one of the older dogs. She was only six at the time, but the finality of "death" was understood for the first time. That was also the first time she cried for her parents. She cried, sobbing her tears into the fur of her dogs, and they whined softly at her side, echoing her sadness because her sorrow was their sorrow. Understanding death did not stop her from hoping that one day her parents would return and sometimes she would look on jealously as she watched her friends play with their parents. Only that hope kept her from crying bitterly at the sight. That hope was never to be fulfilled though for winter came and went with not a whisper of her parent's whereabouts. This was the beginning of the end of the laughing child who played her days away.
There was no time to play when there was work to be done and though kind, Stoneweald could not afford to feed an extra mouth that did not contribute to the community. She began to help out whoever was willing to give her work. In exchange she received warm meals and warmer words. She gave up her playtime with the other children to do household chores because even as a child she understood that there was an exchange taking place. Her hours spent working with adults quieted her voice and turned her inwards. She did not come to any great insights about herself or life; inside was simply a place that was quiet and safe. It was easier to forget and to mindlessly complete her tasks than to yearn for a different life. When she grew older, she began to make trips into the woods surrounding Stoneweald to collect firewood, berries, mushrooms, and other supplies. These trips terrified her for the woods had stolen her parents away. The work had to be done though, so even if she cried she always dried her tears before returning with the fruits of her trip. The villagers noticed though and while they could not spare her the task for they were needed where they were, she was always given an extra serving of food and extra affection on those days.
While she had started out living primarily with the various village members who would take her in for the night, as she grew older she spent more and more time in her parent's house before she eventually stayed there every night. She still did not have the means to cook a full meal, so she ate with other families, but her dogs and her bed were where she returned at night. She knew enough of basic training to train the dogs to be good pets and the dogs knew how to breed without her interference. Whenever litters were born, she and any villager with the time took care of the puppies until they were old enough to be sold. She would then ride into town with other villagers who had goods to sell in order to sell the puppies. Often she was cheated out of money because she could only submit to the will of those who wanted a certain price, but age gave her the confidence to speak back as well as the knowledge that came from reading her parent's old books.
Five long years passed in this way while Aignéis began to truly take over the business of breeding and training the wolfhounds while still helping as she was needed. Her dogs were affectionate and the villagers were caring, but she always found herself yearning for the closeness that her parents were able to give her.
CHOOSING
FEELING the need to run, the need to venture into the woods was not something that had ever occurred to Aignéis before. It was terrifying and inconvenient. With duties to perform and dogs to take care of, she ignored the feeling. She knew that she did not want to venture into the woods, no matter what that tugging in her bones said. She went about her tasks well enough during the day, keeping busy kept her thoughts away from the woods, but whenever she had to enter the trees she found it difficult to turn back and at night, she would sit with her dogs piled against her sides, staring into the darkness, feeling the need to go. She resisted though because the woods were dangerous and the feeling was unnatural. She knew her fear well, well enough to know that it was not actually herself who desired to enter the dark woods. So she resisted. She went on with her days, aching deep in her bones, but she closed her eyes to it; she forced herself to look away from the woods If she clutched her dogs too tight, they didn't mind.
It was weeks of tossing and turning at night and stumbling through the day before she finally gave in. She had been laying in bed, awake, staring at the ceiling with her dogs piled around and on top of her, swamping her small in their mass. Unable to resist any longer, her resolve weakened by lack of sleep, she rose, dressed herself in as many layers as she could manage to fit and rallied her best trained dogs around her. It was edging towards fall and in the perpetual cold of Northern Sunderland, she knew that it would be freezing in the woods. It was in this way that she let the rest of the dogs out into the large expanse of running area that her parents had once built a fence around. If the dogs truly wanted, they could jump the fence, but there was food and water enough preserved and stored in the area to last them at least a month and they could and did hunt the small animals that dropped into the area. Locking the home behind her, she walked into the Wardwood, five dogs pressed against her side. They were wolfhounds, but she had trained them into complacency, kindness, and affection; they could hunt but they were not killers.
She disappeared then for a long time. Someone that night saw her walk into the woods and when she was not around the next morning doing her usual chores, told of what they saw. The residents of Stoneweald worried for her, but life would go on. Some thought that perhaps she had gone into the woods, having noticed her longing looks, to join her parents in the world beyond and others thought, because she had taken dogs with her, that she might have gotten word fro someone of her parents' whereabouts. Mostly, however, they believed she would die in the woods. Out of respect and perhaps the hope that she would return, they did not split up her pack of dogs amongst themselves and instead continued to care for them on her family's grounds. They watched the woods intently for any sign of the small girl that had once lived amongst them, but people died and left; life had to go on.
In the weeks that she was gone, Aignéis traveled with little rest until she reached the Wardtree. Coming from the far northern reaches of Sunderland meant that while the woods bordered Stoneweald, she had far to travel in the dark. She does not speak of these times, of the growls that had echoed through the nights or the scrapes and falls she took. She does not speak of being unwilling to eat the small animals the dogs took down for her even though she was cold and hungry because she had run out of food several days into her journey. She certainly does not speak of how blood eventually found its way to her mouth and on her hands, pressed there with love and affection. When she reached the Wardtree, she had collapsed against its roots to cry, the need to continue walking gone. As she sobbed like she hadn't sobbed since her parents death had been understood, the dogs stood around her keeping watch. When she finally recovered herself, she found herself drawn to a small totem. Too short to reach it, she struggled to climb up the tree to reach it. Although careful, she still fell off the tree on her way down, but luckily escaped with only bruises for her layers of clothes and the dogs protected her from the worst.
The trip back to Stoneweald was shorter, perhaps only in her mind or perhaps in reality, but when she returned, tears running down her dirty cheeks at the sight of her home, she was welcomed back easily. The village was relieved and surprised at her return. They didn't care much about the small totem clutched in her hands for they were much more concerned about her injuries and frailty. While she still had to work for a person could not eat without working, she was given easy tasks that she could do sitting down by the warmth of a fire. They fed her as well as they could as they marched headlong into a cold autumn. In time, she recovered, gaining color in her cheeks and losing the perpetual exhaustion that had overcome her at her return. Always she had her little totem with her and while some had heard the stories of the Warden, they did not think too much of what they believed to be a little toy she was carrying around.
AFTER the CHOOSING
EARLY on it seemed that the totem was simply a toy Aignéis had found in the Wardwood that she clung to because it had accompanied her journey. She felt differently even though she didn't know why. It was to the surprise of everyone, including Aignéis, when the fawn emerged from the totem. It was seen, universally, as a good thing though as Aignéis blossomed under the careful affection and attention of the little fawn that followed her around. Perhaps he was not so warm with others than he was with her, but for once she seemed more than content. She seemed happy. For a child as affection starved as Aignéis, as desperate as she was for closeness and companionship, the sudden appearance of a creature who seemed wholly devoted to her, who only came into being because of her, was a huge boon to her personal happiness and self-worth. The dogs, while hers and devoted, had always been there. They did not exist for her, but the little fawn who trundled after her on all her tasks existed because of her. Under his watchful gaze, she found herself pulling down storybooks she hadn't touched since her parents had died. They had taught her rudimentary reading skills and the families of Stoneweald had completed the rest of her eduction as she learned with the other children while peeling potatoes or mending clothes. It was from one of these books that she chose a name for her new companion: Artemis.
As he grew, he went from quiet, affectionate fawn, to a observant, careful yearling of considerable size. There was a definite sense of grace and purpose to his steps, and while he had always been self possessed, his maturity only magnified this sense of control and poise. He remained close to Aignéis though; he remained kind. That was the most important thing to Aignéis. She did not care if he withdrew more from the other members of Stoneweald, that he was not so accepting of their touching now that he was no longer a fawn so long as he loved her. He doted on her and it was at his urging that she began to read more of the books that her parents left behind. He would lay quietly by her side and she sat on the ground reading page after page slowly by candlelight after her daily duties were done. It was in a book handwritten by her parents that she began to learn how to train her dogs to be more than companions. They were still loyal, affectionate, quiet, and polite in the house, but what she was learning from the books would one day serve them to become efficient hunters of other predators in the woods. Bolstered by her experience in the woods, mostly still afraid, she taught them so that she might once again face the woods, but this time with protectors who had more than instinct to guide them in their hunt.
In this time, Chosen and Guardian grew closer and closer; Aignéis thought she had found a companion who wasn't dependent on her and loved her unconditionally.
LEARNING to HUNT
WINTER in Aignéis' twelfth year brought the stories of the Wolves attacking all around them. Stoneweald was not attacked, but the entire village was on edge. Their place in the north meant that they were prime targets for the Wolves. It was also around this time that Artemis fully matured into a buck standing much taller than his Chosen. He shed his affectionate demeanor and softness with his youthful form. He became fully what he had always intended but had kept away in order to bind Aignéis to himself. Now that she was so firmly attached to him, his purpose became paramount. In order for him to fulfill this purpose, she would have to learn how to hunt. The story of the Wolves only spurred him on. With their return, his purpose could no longer be put off even if his Chosen wanted nothing to do with the Wolves. Though she tried to resist his will, his desire for her to learn was stronger. She spent her days working as she once did and her nights seeing flashing images of the hunt that he pressed into her mind. He mixed his will with kindness and sometimes she loved him as much as she hated him for what he wanted her to do. Too large to follow her everywhere and knowing that it was no longer necessary to do so to solidify their bond, Artemis began to scout out the village and its villagers; he spent the most time stalking the village hunter and watching the man carefully. He lived separate from the rest of Stoneweald, isolated as he was want to do. He provided the wild meat that the villagers ate and had taken up the mantle of protector after the death of Aignéis' parents. He was not a hunter of predators like they had been, but his basic skills were refined enough that Artemis eventually determined that this man would be his Chosen's first teacher; she had no hooves and no antlers so his methods of killing were not for her to use, though she would have to learn his spirit and his control.
On a day when Aignéis had finished her tasks early, Artemis led her to the hunter. Trusting as she still wanted to be of his affections and intentions, she followed willingly. She knocked on the hunter's door with a little hesitation, but otherwise did not suspect. It was when he opened the door and she saw his demeanor and clothes that she knew. She stuttered out a quick apology before turning around, walking as quick as she could back to her home. She did not cry, but she wanted to. As punishment for her disobedience, Artemis stayed away that night. And the day after and the day after that. It was only when her longing for his companionship was strong enough and out of her control enough that he felt it quite acutely that he returned. Each time he tried and failed to induce her to ask the hunter to teach her, he punished her until she asked. He, to the surprise of Artemis but not to Aignéis who understood what place women held and their duties, refused. Frustrated, but unwilling to show it or give in, Artemis resolved that he would force the hunter to teach his Chosen for that was his will. In the weeks following, Aignéis barely slept under the onslaught of Artemis' will.
While winter was hardly receding and it would remain cold even through spring and early summer, birds were beginning to return to the cold northern clutches of Stoneweald. It was on this birds that Artemis wrought his will as punishment and incentive for Aignéis. He knocked them out of the air with his antlers and broke their wings. They died slowly, starving while he held Aignéis with his will, forcing her to watch them. She resisted still; she could not do what he wanted her to do. It took days, perhaps weeks, Aignéis could not be sure, for her to give in. The first few she mangled badly before she could kill them, but as she gained practice, it came easier, not for her heart, but for her hands. The first time she sat outside with crumbs in her hand to lure a bird to her, she was shaking so badly, that no birds dared to come close. And when she finally got her hands on a bird, she managed to immobilize it but not kill it; she cried when Artemis crushed it under a hoof. It was like that he brought her back to the hunter, bloody bird in her hands and tears running down her face. Again and again. And again. Finally the hunter acquiesced, if only to stop her tears and the wasteful kills that the looming deer was pushing the crying girl into.
So began her education in the art of the hunt. Clumsy at first and unwilling to kill, she was hardly a good student, but as spring gave way to summer and prey became plentiful, and as Artemis continued to push, her abilities grew. She hunted out of mercy, knowing what her guardian would do if she did not. And if she cried into his soft shoulder at night, arms wrapped around his neck, almost as if she could kill him, no one knew.
PRESENT DAY
NOW she hunts and she works; she is edging into womanhood, but still she is a child. She struggles to balance the demands of the village with the demands of her guardian. She knows that one day soon, she will have to leave Stoneweald, either by her own will or Artemis' will. The bond between Guardian and Chosen grows deeper and Aignéis loves him despite herself. She continues to hunt, but she tends to go without the hunter watching her. Artemis and her dogs are now her hunting companions. True to their breeding, the dogs are good hunters and with the training that she has been giving them at Artemis' insistence, they are better than good. Aignéis refuses to wear the skins of her kills, but Artemis has no such compunctions.
TIMELINE
1784 Aignéis is born to her two parents, they name her Aignéis because they did not want her to fear a long gone terror like their parents had taught them to fear.
1790 Her parents leave for a wolf hunt and never return, presumably they died, though it is unlikely that they had ever seen a wolf in their lifetime.
1795 She feels the Choosing deep in her bones and while she does not know what is dragging her away from her duties, she eventually goes, taking a few dogs with her. When she returns with tears on her cheeks, hands clutching a small totem, she is both more and less afraid of the thick woods than she once was. It takes months of easy tasks to undo the damage of traveling on foot without food for weeks does to her physical health.
1796 Stoneweald is lucky to avoid the wolves though plenty of stories come through the town by travelers who have been less lucky. Artemis pushes Aignéis to learn how to hunt.
1797 Transitioning gracelessly out of childhood, Aignéis continues to try to balance the duties she has committed herself to in the village with the increasingly violent outings that Artemis pulls her into. Artemis does not relent in pushing Aignéis, to mold and reshape her, and she begins to lose the last of the innocence she has always clung to.
1798 What is to come for this girl?
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:42 pm
PERSONALITY
ARTEMIS is large and imposing physically but even more so in personality. Unforgiving, he knows for what purpose he was born and he will do what he needs to do to fulfill that responsibility. He does not take pleasure in suffering, pain, destruction or death. He sees all these things and knows them to be necessary. For that reason, he will stand by when his Chosen cries and will stare her down for he knows best. There is a time for kindness and there is time for brutality. He was born into a war and she will be a warrior. If it takes ruthlessness, coldness, and no mercy, so be it. He is capable of cruelty and kindness, and he will use whatever means necessary to be on the winning side of the war. There is no time for him to offer soft platitudes and empty kindnesses to his Chosen. His gift, his ultimate kindness, to her will be her survival at the end of the War. She may no longer be the person she was before his work on her, but he considers her innocence and happiness, necessary sacrifices in the grand scheme of things.
He has no patience for those who do not try; he can forgive or at least tolerate ineptitude if the person has tried hard enough, but to fail because of lack of effort is a great sin in the eyes of Artemis. His stare and his presence dare anyone to give less than their blood and their tears to whatever cause he chooses. It is not simply his desire though, but his ability to compel that makes him dangerous in the face of situation that has not gone his way. With no use for another's love, he can afford to choose cruelty more often than kindness to force another's hand. He does not see these actions or decisions as a moral choice he must make. To him, it is simple; anything done to further that cause for which he was born is moral and worthy for his morality lies in his duty, not his actions or the happiness of others.
Perhaps some of this can be attributed to the fact that he is not yet Awoken and cannot comprehend fully the feelings, desires, and wants of any human, even those of his Chosen who is unable to hide much of anything from their bond. Unable to know this, he is confined to what he does know: the Wolves are coming and he was created to kill them. All else stems from this. For this reason, he neither despises nor enjoys the company of others. To become close would become attached to some who must inevitably die in the conflict; to be cold would be contrary to his directive to protect. So he remains aloof, but approachable, restrained, but not unable to reach out. He watches everything with a careful eye and he steadily pushes on, unrelenting and sure of his path though he must fell the spirit of others to continue to follow it.
ON AIGNÉIS
CHOOSING a child such as Aignéis who was timid and kindhearted might seem out of place for a warrior born to hunt and kill, but Artemis knew what kind of Chosen he needed. She was chosen precisely because she was young and also because she craved affection. She was malleable and had yet to become set in her ways. In her, Artemis saw a chance to raise a child into a warrior, to shape her and bend her into his image. She was but a lamb when she made the journey into the Wardwood and had she not been worthy, she would have never made it, but she did. That was her resilience. Everything else that she lacked, Artemis, even as just a vague idea of a warrior trapped in a small totem, knew he could imbue in her even if it meant tearing down the child that had found him in the woods. He would create the perfect Chosen in rite of passage not of fire but of blood. He was willing to bide his time and give his affection in exchange for a Chosen who would one day become a worthy partner.
Their relationship as guardian and Chosen is close, Artemis cannot and will not love her as much as Aignéis loves him. He is her teacher and her ruler first, and when she grows into the role, her equal, but they live in a war, and war is no place for love. He gives affection when she needs it most, but only when it will gain him something. In his own way, he does care for her, but he was not made to express this in a way that would bring his Chosen comfort.
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:59 pm
WAKING WORLD
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