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Silent Howls

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Date: Sep 28, 2008
Whispers in the wind.
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Three days. Three days of pure happiness. That what it had been since the night she returned back on the island with Kangee and Charo. Three days of being curled around Ash as she slept...Three days of spending time with the wolves she missed most. Three days of staying away from work and letting Lacey update her on the go-ons that were happening at the hookah.

But today everyone was falling back into work mode...Silent as well...So for the last three hours she had been locked away in the kitchen...And having aunt Charo at her side was something else. Both Silent and the fussy man bickering back and forth was enough to make anyone not to be in the kitchen...But it seemed when they were fighting the food always was better.But well Silent didnt have the best of tempers so finnaly she would slam the cheft knife down throw her hands up and walk out of the kitchen. Pushing threw the silver doors she would move for the bar leaning against Vasha..Nuzzeling against the crowe who had been with Silent for so many years.

"Will you make me a drink please?"

Cause lord knew she was gonna need it. Tri colored hues moved to look out the window and watch the last rays of sun dissappear into the ocean. He would be awake soon. Looking down she could already feel the waves of nervousness set in.

"Make that five drinks"

Vasha would shake her blond dreadlocked head. It wasnt a secret of why the swamp wolf was tense. Vasha had given her the note that he would come. Salvatore...Tino. Would be here...Tonight...A deep breath would be taken as she moved to the the large booth she had put in for when the pack came to the hookah.

Falling into the comfort of over stuffed pillows and silk she would watch as the sisters of solamen shuffed in and began to get ready for the night..



-- Edited by Silent at 17:54, 2008-09-28

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Date: Sep 28, 2008
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He would make her wait.  Wait for several hours, to the point that perhaps it was a lie.  He wouldn't be coming.  Would it be a surprise to her?  That perhaps he was still wounded by her actions and was making her pay because of it?  Would he show up at all?  If he did, would he destroy the only thing that really was the link between them?  The Hookah?  She would just have to wait and see, wait nervously.

No power would be his tonight.  He shielded tightly.  She did not deserve to revel in the power she loved to roll in.  The power he loved to wrap her wolf in, to watch the way her lips parted when her breath hitched as it crept around her.  No, he would not grace her with it tonight.  Tonight was a night of punishment.  Perhaps for them both.  He knew seeing her again would hit him with pain;  pain of loneliness of losing Toni to Leni, of knowing Silent would never be his again.

He stood outside the wooden door, knowing she could not feel him, yet he felt her.  Her wolf pacing nervously.  Eyes closed as he drew in a ragged breath, hand lifting to rest upon the ornate wooden barrier, as if he could feel her very essence there, waiting eagerly for his arrival.  He imagined her laying there on fluffed pillows, her multi colored strands of hair fanned out like fae wings, making her look all the more precious and angelic.  The way her breasts rose and fell with each deeply drawn breath, heavy lidded eyes as she inhaled her favorite smoke, the exhale of the grey substance giving her an almost ethereal appeal.  No, he had not forgotten a single thing about her.

Pushing open the door, tri coloured eyes of the purest metallic silver glowed under thick lashes.  Face was nearly hidden by the strands of wet chestnut mane, glistening golden chest left bare for her to feast on, though the slender hips disappeared into soft leather breeches of old, ties up the side of the legs, giving it a gothic feel, though the Harley Davidson boots did not help the look.  Enigma all his own. 

Head cocked to the side as he drank her form in, not needing to seek her out, just knowing.  He remained frozen where he stood, awaiting her...


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   As the hours passed the pyrimid of shot glasses grew higher.A crystal replica of those she had seen in Egypt. Hes not coming...She would repeat...Maybe she had heard his name and believed he really was here...No thats not true...She felt him and no other could feel like him. He had been her ambrosia. A deadly mix of beauty, power, and sex. Tri-colored hues moved up towards the clock that hung over the bar. 2 am. She would close the doors soon. He wasnt coming.

Standing she moved towards the bar to grab the money for the dancing troupe as the began to finnish up their last dances and lessons for the night. But no matter what...She kept finding herself wanting to scream...He promised..Well maybe not promise...But in her experience...Anything he said he was going to do...He did...But Silent hurt him. She ran in when the first light hit the sky. Ran like a coward..Not trusting her heart...Or her feelings for the master who...No matter what happened...She would always belong to...Even if it would be just a part of her that would.

Moving past the large oak door that stood between the world of flavor &spice and the world of lush tropics and sun.Pausing she would press her cheek against the door.Almost as if listening for something like a child would do against her parents door as they talked christmas gifts. Nothing. In fact she had felt nothing since the sun disappeared into the deep blue.He wasnt coming she would repeat...Perhaps it was self punnishment that she kept doing it. Maybe she was trying to prepare herself for that moment the sun rose and he didnt come.

Sighing she moved away from the door and to the bar reaching for that purple bottle she hid from all...That bottle of fae wine that the capt had given her. Hearing the doors move open she would turn to yell at the man...

 "We're Clo......"

Was about all she got out when she saw him. He was beautiful.  A angel in his own right. With tri-colored hues that matched her own. He was even more beautiful then she remembered...Or saw in her dreams of him....But he was so..

 "Tino."

That name hung in the air that was becoming thicking then New Orleans in July. Every bit of her screamed run out and touch him...But his face looked so distant. He felt...So...Cold..No that wasnt it..Part but not it.No he felt empty. She didnt feel that power that was his calling card..Arms that wanted to wrap around him and pull him close...Fell to her sides.

What do you say to someone you abondoned...Someone you loved..Love...What do you do? Well you have to be impolsive..And move forward...And wrap your arms around him. And beg for forgiveness.And thats what she did...Only she didnt speak...Afraid to speak.


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