My my, how things CHANGE

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Silence was a silly thing, how it messed around with one's head. As the dame sat there in the block of nothingness she truly felt as if she were floating, like the air and the sky were no more. She was hovering above nothing, and looking into nothing. Everything was white, clean, and there without really being tangible. It was the strangest sensation, like she were outside herself, yet not looking down at her own form. She was without thought, but at the same time held onto her consciousness. She was existing without truly living. Until a singular sound broke her focus, ears betraying her stillness as the stood erect, the slightest sound of crunching paws reaching her. Without having to take a breath she knew that he was here, she could feel it within the pounding of her heart. The string that still connected them to this day was slackened, the distance closed. She did not open her eyes, not until the warmth of his tongue dragged across her face, clearing away the snow from her thin eyelids. Her name was spoken, and she once more opened her purple eyes to the world.

He stood before her as if he had never left, his form looking just like it had when they had last seen each other. She greedily roamed his body, taking in all that he was. It was not in hunger or lust that she drank him in, but for the sole need of feeling something. At last her heart beat, coming alive in her chest as his closeness warmed her very soul. A smile cracked her dry lips, although it was faint indeed. He was here, and it felt like he had never left. How long had it truly been since they had last seen each other? There was no way to tell, for it felt like they were simply picking up after their last conversation. There was no worrying about when they had last spoke, because it didn't matter. He was here. She was here. Reunited? No, they were never apart.

She let the small moment of silence pass before she spoke, mouth breaking open and ending the peace. "Crucifix." She whispered, and the emotions came rushing in. All at once she felt like throwing herself into his arms, to feel the warmth and comfort that she had been denying herself for so long. She wanted to plunge a million questions at him, and to simply sit as he answered them all. She wanted to return his soft kiss, for it was that that made her feel awake and alive once more. But she did none of that. She rose from her seated position, snow folding off her coat and making it look like she herself had risen from the flakes -- like the snow had formed her into a wolf. Othello closed the small gap between them, timidly pressing her muzzle into his thick chest. Melting against his warmth she tucked herself under that strong chin, his heat surrounding her and making her feel safe. The woman felt like she had found her home once more, here in his embrace. "Its been too long." Came her timid voice. Was this wrong, to be this close? They had both moved on, both found someone to fill that void that they left in each others lives. So what made this feel wrong? Perhaps that she was enjoying his touch -- not in the way that lovers did though. And yet she still felt guilty, as if she was doing something wrong. That is was made her force herself apart, to give him the space that he so deserved. It was her that had cut the ties, who had left once Vi's pack split. She was still regretting that, and not seeing his face.

Purple clashed with purple as she held his gaze, a settling sigh leaving her. Not only was her body relaxing, but her mind as well. Worries seemed to just melt away as she sat here with him once more. They had not seen each other much after the birth of her children, when she had truly wished that they were his. She would be lying if she denied that a small part of her heart still belonged to him, as it always would. He was her first love, and first heart break. He was unlike all others in her lives, there was no one on the same pillar that Crucifix was. For so long he had been her only standing tower, but as others added to them they did not match his own. He was unique in the way that all wolves were, but forever in a special place in her heart.

Her smile grew slightly as she leaned forward, pressing her nose to his cheek before returning to her seat. "How has alpha life been going, big important man." Her tease was half-hearted, falling short of what it maybe once could have been. There had been a major change in the snow dusted woman, that was for sure. She knew that Cru would ask her about it, he knew her unlike all others did. It was him who had experienced the worst of her mood swings, one of the deciding factors of why they parted as lovers. She had calmed somewhat after the birth of her two babies, but after they vanished she just became an empty vessel. Now that she had spoken there was no doubt in her that he would pick up her lackluster voice, notice that there was a large part of her missing. He was a clever man, and she would not put it passed him. Besides, she smelled of nothing but snow, it was obvious that she had been on her own for quite some time. However, Crucifix smelled the opposite. The heady scent of his pack clung to his fur, speaking of the success that he had wrought. But of course he had, for one had to be rather daft to not follow under the young boy's lead. But he was not a child anymore, he had sprouted into a man.

Othello wondered if she would be different if she had stayed in Solstice with Crucifix, had raised her children here with Scorpion. Would they have not turned away from her because of it? Would they still be at her side, both most likely taller than herself? Perhaps having others around would have made them more inclined to stay at her side. She let out a soft sigh though, knowing that she had to look passed all of that. Lingering on thoughts like that was only going to drag her further into the abyss. She had already opened the hole, it was best not to make it wider. Perhaps that is why she had come to seek her old friend once more, to see if he was able to piece it together the way he always had been able to.