&&I missed you{marzo}

[kolli]

Xx.It was daytime, the ess still hadn't found her lover, Marzo. She kept his portrait stappled into her mind. This was Nukpana, her son, Sutekh, had gone, left, and she was alone. No one. No lover. Her first, and only Lover, Marzo. Marzo! She called, desperately searching for her mate. Marzo! Where are you?! Nukpana was tired, and the gusts of wind that continued to blow, chilled her bones. Beginning to shake, she created and underground snow cave. It was warmer under than above. Hopefully Marzo heard her in all this racket.

xx.A sly smirk lay on her maw. The meadow. It was filled with such a free scent. The sawgrass was a untamed wonder, and quite a marval to look at. Her curled tail wavered as she set foot into the freezing , snowy meadow. Birds hustled about, cougars ran, chasing the deer in the distance. Were they crazy? It was winter, hybernation should be finally coming and things should be settling down. ..right?

xx.Her steps were light, and practically silent as she padded along the snow. Her clear blue gaze had a suddle look to it. the sound of the cooing from the doves was soothing, and calming. This was quite a setting. Pricked listeners caught the sound of a couple off to the side of her. A brute and vixen were sitting together, nuzzling each other. Lovebirds. It got the young redhead thinking. Why couldn't she find it in herself to settle down with someone? Her behavior was looked down upon, but she couldn't help it. But h.ll, she had. had some good times. Why suddenly end it all by....settling down? But, Nukpana got to thinking. Did Marzo really love her?

xx.Yes, there was no other way of putting it. He did love her. And maybe, just maybe, he missed her just about the same as she missed him. Marzo! Marzo!!! She cried, hoping to find him sometime soon. Marzo! It's me! Nukpana! I'm back! Please! Please come to me. . Her voice began to fade as she lost her confidence in finding him. Maybe he was gone, just like she had done. Left.

ooc//Yay! She's back!!
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Theme Song: Maroon 5 - Won't Go Home Without You
Muse:Ehh. . could be better.
Notes:I can't wait to start roleplaying here again! I missed you guyss! Also, sorry for the short posts guys, I'll post better. Promise.

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[`Enero!]

I've had better days. He had lost his lover and met up with wolves that wanted him dead, Marzo has had better Winters. He was full of food from what hunting he done when he was with the wonders of Twilight Hill. He headed for the Free Lands, in hope of finding his long lost mate, Nukpana.

He found himself in the meadow, as far away from all packs as he could get. We used to come here sometimes, escape from the outside world. He thought, remembering the memories that he could still hold onto. He looked up and a snowflake fell on his nose. He sneezed. I hate winter.

He continued his search of the terrain to find his missing loved one. A paw print. He examined the print, taking in its scent many times although it was very faint. It's a female. He lifted his crown to the way the prints were going and started to walk that way, looking at every print as he came by one.

Who is that? Sitting all alone in the distance? He was curious, wanting to know who this Canine was. He picked up of the Canines scent, it was wolf and female. She must of been the one I was tracking. He thought and started to walk towards the vixen. He stood in front of the vix. Her head was down. I know those ears. He cleared his throat.

"Nukpana?"

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ooc;; is slow xD

[kolli]

Xx.Sweet delicacies intice you into their sugary taste as lips of lust lay waste to the sweetest of fruit. When you lick your lips free of sugar, you feel a slight pang of guilt - was it correct to do such a thing, and steal the last one? That guilt is small, but it eats away until no longer can you hold back your thoughts and you go ahead and tell the victim of your lustful crime that you were the one who took it. Perhaps it had no relevance to their angry, dark thoughts. Perhaps it was the creation. Yet, still, forgiveness is the sweetest taste of all and those who shun the truth shall never taste the most glorious of things.

Yet hideous nightmares still plague people - the victims cannot forgive you for they are silenced for eternity. That guilt will build up more and more when, finally, it bursts out in a flurry of rage, woe and disappear. The shout sounds like sirens in the distance, the cry of a child, the howl of hunting dogs in the shroud of night. What do you do to end such hideous feelings? Cry, hide or turn yourself in? Whatever your answer, do as your heart says and that shall be truth.

It is an enigma to this female as why she had such thoughts of such things. Perhaps it is because she knows as to what she is doing -- searching for her long lost lover, without her son. That was a slight burst of joy for the fae. Knowing that that when she and her love reunited, they would want another pup. Hopefully more than one this time.
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