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Wolfe
Lore Keeper
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Joined: 02 Aug 2004
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PostPosted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:07 am Post subject: A Howl of Pain Reply with quote

A Howl of Pain,
A cry of sorrow,
What lives today,
Shall die tomorrow,
Wither not,
What wonders lie,
Live in bliss,
'Pon tearful eyes


Wolfe's insides felt charred and mangled with the writhing mass that had formed in the pit of his stomach. He was confused, angry, and sad all at the same time. A man such as himself rarely felt such emotions, much less all at once. It was bringing him down faster than a bolt to the neck.

Why did he feel this way? She had just been a foolish townswoman, foolish enough to give him the information he needed to quickly locate his prey. And she hadn't even known.

But, now, he knew it was safer to leave. His things were still at the Manor, he would return for those in time... when everyone was asleep. Lambs, he thought bitterly. She was much more than a lamb.

Wolfe wanted to trust, to feel safe confiding. But he knew that was a dream, a hopeful wish. Nothing more. Anyone he confided in would inevitably die, by either his own hand or the hands of his many enemies. He did not want that for her, or anyone.

Wolfe rode off in to the shiny mass of magic, it's blue aura absorbing him as he entered. When he emerged from the other side of the gate, he saw his new home, the place where his next hunt would take place. He made his way to the inn, paid discreetly, and took up residence in yet another unremarkable room, where no one would notice him.

Umbra... it reeked of the death to come.
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Miss Rhiannon
Journeyman
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Joined: 01 Nov 2007
Posts: 137
Location: Moonglow

PostPosted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 11:18 am Post subject: Reply with quote

Rhiannon awoke early in the inn; her sleep had not been restful. She threw on some clothes, grabbed her thickest cloak and headed out of town. The air was clear and cold, so much she could see the breath in front of her. She walked swiftly, confused with the multiple feelings swirling around inside her.

Her heart beat faster as she thought of Wolfe and their conversation the night before. Rhiannon had been frightened of him, basing her thoughts on the paranoid suspicions Lee had instilled in her for over 10 years. Somehow though, things had been different last night. In addition to the fear, she was very much intrigued by Wolfe. Throughout the evening the intrigue had morphed into something even more complicated. Anger, because of the disparaging remark he had made about Lee. Frustration, how he answered every question without really answering it. She scrunched her brow at this thought, still feeling the frustration. Sadness, why did she feel sadness?

She thought about what she had done to Lee, so many years ago. Daz had reason and right to mistrust Rhiannon. Now, everyday he was there reminding her of that very thing. Try as she might to forget the person she had once been, she could not.

She thought of Lee’s sickness and of Tie’s death. She remembered Daz’s accusations, “You’re responsible for this! Everything was fine until you showed up!” Tears began to swell in her eyes.

She reached the house where she had been with Wolfe just a few hours ago, and stared at the empty porch. She had wanted him to open up to her, and she had thought for a brief moment that he would. She felt connected to him somehow, foolishly maybe – but connected all the same. What had Wolfe said…the people he trusts tend to end up dying? The tears spilled from her eyes. He seemed so lonely, and Rhiannon felt his loneliness deep in her own heart. He stated he was departing from Moonglow and then refused to talk to her anymore, leaving her with more emotions than she could sort.

She removed her cloak and rubbed her fingers over her name stitched in the inner neck. She laid it on the porch and crossed her arms, warming herself. She took a deep breath, wiped the tears with the cuff of her sleeve and headed back to town, shivering. Different thoughts bounced about in her head: the temple, her spells, Lee, Fong - but there was one that spoke louder than any other, “Don't go...please don't go."
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