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*Eos* · 04-03-2013, 10:45 PM

Long strides, each finely chiselled limb casting grey shadows to the earth beside her; a quivering and rippling mirror of the shivering heart within the banshee?s burnt vanilla ribcage. Defensive, uncomfortable, doubting. Why was she here? Her body defied the quaking anger within her youthful mind, shoulder blades rising and falling with precision beneath tender flesh. Did Cairo still sanctify these sickeningly-warm lands with his officious presence, or was he also as selfish as the woman he had loved? Would the inattentive princess find no more than his desiccated bones and ominous spirit, or would her father still tower her own childish frame with gloriously matted hair and shades of swirling caramel.

The tell-tale stench of Valhallan wolves invaded defensive nostrils, silver-green eyes flicking anxiously from left to right. Leave now, sanity tapped at the tapers of her feminine skull, You have no reason to be here. But Eos didn?t want to disappear, the vixen felt the stabbing desire to be involved; one way or another. She would not admit Valhalla as her home, ever, and yet she exposed her body to the possibilities of forceful assert. No wolf truly knew the reasons of distance and odium that clouded the youths clock-work, and she wouldn?t expect them to. Stilts ceased, muscles coiling; she wasn?t alone.

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