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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 3:44 pm
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And he wandered through the desert, with his hounds trailing behind him, he felt his heart lost, his head heavy, broken and fragmented dreams of flowers and light, and then of a swan's gentle gaze welcoming him home.
He traveled for days like his dream, though everything felt more vivid, aching, longing, he had left everything without a word but he knew somehow it was right. His lifemate was out there and waiting for him to come home.
And he would go to her.
Finally his hooves touched the swamp, the ground softer and more dusty than the desert sands, and he knew there was no going back to his once lair after this -- and he had no hesitation, he entered the swamp with his legs, his frail tail touching the dirt of his new home and only picked up the pace as he knew she was here. Somewhere.
He would find her again and make a home with her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 11:35 am
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He was coming to her, she could feel it.
It was a glow, a tug, a demand that she meet him, welling in the core of her breast. She flew on fresh wings, petals adorning her feathers like dewdrops, not yet falling but fluttering as though they might. She flew with the speed of the cheetahs she had back home, carried with hope to see the one she'd left those very plains for.
The one who wished to have a family with her now. Was that the glow? Was that the ache? It was nearly impossible to distinguish the ache of wishing to see him with the ache that pulled her to him. Were they the same?
She heard the dogs, first; her beloved protectors of her Dark, she could feel them running through the swamp as sure as she could feel the air filter through her feathers. He was here. He was close.
With a flutter of wings, she landed in a flourish of rose petals and long auburn hair, the Kiokote's hooves touching down as the sand dogs broke through the underbrush. "My little ones!" she cried out, scarcely believing it was them, so out of place from the dunes of the desert. "My sweet ones!" She greeted them with a sweet sound and nosing the dogs, she anticipated who would follow. She knew he was here.
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