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    Time passed interminably, inconsequential minutes, hours, days, trickling through her life without meaning.


    And in essence, it was no different from how her imprisonment in Skull had been.


    The atmosphere of the dark, molding, depraved place in which she had been housed for moons had seeped an extrinsic bleakness into her heart, instilling a seemingly irrevocable shadow over her mind. It festered at her soul, twisting any pleasant thoughts or feelings she had into pinpricks of grimness and discontent.


    She had long since lost track of how many days, perhaps even moons, had passed since Skull's fall. For some, it had been vengeance. For Edlyn, it had meant freedom. She had finally attained what she had so desperately yearned for during her captivity; the breath of a cool breeze in her fur, the warmth and radiance of sunlight, the liberty to sleep under the stars once more.


    And yet... it was worthless.


    She was alone. She no longer had any purpose; her kits were gone, her mate, dead, with little to none of her family and friends alive, and none at all within reach. Though she had, for a time, resided peacefully in SpineClan with Sullen, Edlyn had never been able to find her feet in SpineClan. Though she had been, by no means, unhappy there, a growing discontent within her had compelled her to leave. Now, as she roamed the unclaimed lands alone, she no longer knew where she was.


    As she crouched beneath a thick fern, staring emptily down at the mouse she had just caught, oblivious to the icy breeze that pierced her fur, her mind turned one more, unbidden, to the bleak thoughts that had plagued her since she had escaped Skull. Belobog. Even now, the very thought of the Maine Coon tom she had grown to know better than any cat in Skull sent a bolt of anguish lancing through her heart, arousing a familiar dull ache in her throat. He had been the one cat in Skull to truly care for her; he had loved her, entirely, and unconditionally. And now, too late, she realized that he had been a second chance for her, an opportunity to start her life afresh after losing her former mate, and her kits.


    But instead, she had barred her feelings for him, isolating herself between thick, impenetrable walls of stubbornness, anger and spite. Now, as she recalled all the thoughts and feelings for him that had ever crossed her mind, she wished that she had expressed them. Had she a single chance to relive her past, she would have given to him every word, every expression of affection she had ever withheld out of her own pathetic stubbornness. But it was too late.


    At that moment, to her complete surprise, she caught a whiff of SkullClan's distinctive smell in the air. Instantly, the cream and gold she-cat stiffened, ocean-toned eyes darting from side to side as she fell to a half crouch in readiness to defend herself, drawing her lips back in a snarl. Yet, at the same time, it brought a sense of pathetically desperate hope within her, as well as an inexplicable yearning mingled with her instinctive hatred and disgust at the smell. Nonetheless, she prepared herself to fight. She could only assume this was some malicious, traveling SkullClan tom in search of another victim. She could see him now, the cat, moving through the undergrowth toward her.


    Her claws unsheathed, sinking into the earth.


    She would not allow herself to be taken again.

    ooc; Why you make it so long? Now I'll feel bad for my one paragraph replies. And omg epic plot idea.. Belobog had found a "love interest" already, but still loves Edlyn deep inside. We just need someone to play her. And oh. my. gosh. What if they had kits together?? O.O What would Edlyn do..? What would he do? I don't even know!!



    It had not been easier for the tom to overcome his loss. One after the other, the blows fell upon his massive shoulders, and despite the years of training that he had done, the burden was too heavy to bear. After Skull met its demise, which Belobog had not been there to experience, and after Edlyn had slipped from him into the shadows, it seemed as though his life had lost its meaning and the sun had decided to slip from him and into the shadows. Despite the cold air with which the she cat had treated him, Belobog had been ready to wait. After all, even the most delicate flower curled up for the night. He had only to wish that he could have been her sun, waiting for her when the dawn came and she accepted him with open petals.



    That is why he left his prior life. It was not difficult, after all, he had left the country in which he had been born, the remnants of which still stuck to his tongue. Only a couple of days after leaving the broken remnants of Skull, he had met a she cat. After a couple of meetings, they had decided that both needed each other, and had found a den. It was not simple finding a small corner of the woods in which the prey abounded and where cats did not pass through on a daily basis, but he succeeded. Only that morning, at the brinks of dawn he found a comfortable and fairly large den in the roots of an old oak tree. The den had been washed out by the streams that new leaf brought and provided cover and protection for the family. His family.



    Belobog did not even search for Edlyn. He rarely let his thoughts wander to her, as it was a sure thing in his heart that the she cat did not ever want to lay eyes on him again. He did not want to cause the fragile beauty any more pain and restrained himself from following her trail every time he passed it in the woods. How we longed for her sweet embrace, be it forced or not. I'll burst if I don't kiss you soon.. the words echoed in his mind and a small, rarely seen smile graced his lips. How cliche, was it, that he had longed to utter those words to the love of his life and every time that the time had come, her sweet, sunken eyes had drawn him into them, leaving him speechless and gasping for air.



    Surely a cat that almost killed him every time he looked into her eyes was not a cat with which one would want to spend the rest of his life with. Her claws ripped into his heart and though she was miles away, continued to tear at the pieces.



    Belobog shook his head and took in a breath of air. His... mate.. the word choked him up and made him gag, was waiting for him. And then the scent wafted from the thicket and wound around the white tom.



    Edlyn. She was here. She was hostile. She was scared. She was dying. Someone hurt her. She was hungry. Blood. There was blood. Belobog ripped out a yowl and with one adrenaline filled leap, sailed over the thicket, his claws extended, sunk into the fresh earth and tore at the newly extended stalks of grass.



    He did not even notice her, at first. Sitting there, quietly, her claws extended, a snarl on her maw and fear in her eyes, and then Belobog drew back, startled at his behavior. His nose let his love clouded brain know that the blood was that of the mouse she had killed for food, and his heart told him he had intruded.



    She hated him, so he turned, and starting padding away; glad of the white tresses that hid the tips of his ears, for they were positively burning.

    [Sorry about that ^^; I always end up with really long opening posts for some reason - I'm actually always afraid they'll like, scare people away Dx Anyhow, I'm okay with any sized post, pretty much - as long as they aren't one liners, lol. Also, I just wanted to say that I really, really enjoyed your post <333
    And omg that plot is amazing :o it has so much potential for character development 8D I'm not sure what Edlyn would do if she found out Belobog and the she-cat had kits though xD ]


    She could see him now. A massive tom moving swiftly toward her, his long white fur just visible through gaps in the foliage.


    ...Long white fur?!


    Without warning, an infuriated caterwaul split the air, and an instant later, an enormous white tom exploded out from behind the bushes, claws extended, jaws agape in a snarl to reveal an array of gleaming ivory fangs before he landed directly before her. His sudden, violent appearance elicited an instinctive, fierce hiss from Edlyn, but as his scent flood her nostrils, her hiss died away into a gasp of disbelief.


    Belobog.


    It had been his scent, and deep within her, she had known all along. Yet she had not dared to allow herself to believe it, to arouse a futile kindle of hope only to have it crushed. As Edlyn stared speechlessly at him, her eyes wide with disbelief, for a single, brief moment suspended taut between them, their gazes met, her sea-green eyes boring into his duo-toned ones.


    In at that very second, a myriad of jumbled, incomprehensible emotions poured through her body. The most prominent were her incredulity, intermingled with her inexplicable joy, longing and relief at seeing him again. When the chaos of the rebellion had erupted in Skull, she had been unable to find him, and deep within her, she had harbored a terrible fear that he had been badly injured - or worse - killed. However, the very concept of such a possibility had been so horrific she had not allowed herself to dwell on it. Nevertheless, her elation was also tempered by a twinge of anguish and fear at the foreign, distant look in his eyes.


    Had he moved on? She had left him. Spurned the love and devotion he had shown her and left him. With the abundance of she-cats in and surrounding Skull, could she really even think that he would not have found someone else in her absence? She had hurt him, doubtless, and she knew that it would be entirely fair for him to have found someone who bothered to return his affections. And yet, despite this, the very thought of such made agony sear at her heart. She knew she should say something. She wanted to say something, but she was frozen, unable to move, any words that her mind might have been able to form lodged in her throat.


    And before she was able to utter a single sound, he turned and began to push his way through the undergrowth, away from her. In an instant, the ice that locked her in place shattered, and, her paws, seemingly on their own accord, moved to follow him, terrified of losing sight of him so for him to become only a figment of her memory once more. "Belobog... wait!" The words choked from her throat as she desperately began to force her way through the thicket after him, praying her words would not fall upon deaf ears.


    "Belobog... I-I'm sorry." Her voice shook as she spoke. Her words seemed so paltry to express the true depth of the moons of bitter regret, anguish and torment she felt at all she had done to him. She drew a sharp breath, hoping he would stop and listen, silently begging that she had not lost him forever. At that moment, she vowed to never again withhold her feelings, to let him know how she really felt, to take this final chance, if she still had one. And so, before either he or her courage deserted her, she meowed shakily, speaking from her heart.


    "I've missed you so much."

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    ooc; Ok, maybe not kits, but he could have been planning it.. xD Now we just need to find someone willing to play her. Do you have any ideas of who is active and likes writing and reading 300-800 word posts?


    The tom stopped, his head hung low. His ears burned, but for what reason, he had no knowledge of. Here she was, his love, mending his broken soul, sewing up his torn up heart and he had attempted to walk away from her. What emotion was best to fake here? With a flick of his tail, Belobog turned to face Edlyn. Careful not to meet her ocean filled teal gaze, he stared past her head at the worn and dusty trail that led through the desperate looking early junipers. Anywhere but into her eyes.


    “My my, luv,” an earthy growl escaped his maw, “Fancy meeting you here. How’s the family?” Yes. Turn it over on her. If she admitted to having found a life without him then she would have no basis, no rock, no sturdy foundation upon which to stand upon, to judge him. Who was she to judge him? She left him. Of course, he did not go after her. He did not search. Part of him wanted to see whether she really did have it in her to go from him, after all he had done for her.


    For some strange reason the things Belobog had not done for her eluded his mind as he busied himself at observing the pink - lavender grasshoppers that were merrily making their way toward the carcass of the mouse. However, no matter how hard the tom tried, the pained look in her eyes stood out like a scar, catching his notice like the pain that caused it. It was although the damp air, the gigantic water-laden leaves that are constantly dripping, the violent storms that come with monotonous regularity, the very earth itself heavy and cloying after the slightest slower pushed him toward her, but his steel laden paws prevented the tom from moving.


    He knew that if she caught his gaze then he would not be able to withhold himself any longer and he would pin her to the earth and nuzzle her neck and tell her all that he loved about her. He saw himself doing just that, in his mind. She fought back, and then someone died. The passion that he felt, he could not withhold it anymore.


    “How’s life? Fine and dandy I’d assume. But then again, you did greet your old friend like an enemy. It’s not how we did things back home.” Back home. Belobog did not mean Skull, he meant the place from where he originated. England. His absolutely charming British accent proved his roots, but the words were still cutting, even more so for the poorly disguised sarcasm that he had tried to convey. She had burned him, and what was left for the tom to do but return the favor.


    His dreams were like feathers and whispers that floated. They were shaken and swept along in the stars. He had embraced them, the dreams with hope and smiled as the dazzling drew near. For Edlyn, perhaps, this little smile would be unnerving, but to him, it symbolized all that could have been, “I appologize,” his voice came out in a slow and breathless state, “That was terribly rude of me.” And for the first time, he met her eyes and prepared to drown.

    [Okay ^^ Hmm, maybe we should put up a thread in the Advanced RP Resources, or Plot Discussion board? :3 ]


    As she spoke, he paused, head hanging, before flicking his tail and whirling to face her. “My my, luv, His voice was a rough growl, but it was his voice nonetheless - a voice that she, in entirety, had never expected to hear again. "Fancy meeting you here. How’s the family?” Every word that left his maw fell like a blessing upon her ears, yet the meaning of them seared at her heart for she knew he was suggesting that she had moved on - that she had not lingered in her memories of him as she had. She knew that this was the impression that she had left him with, and the thought of how much interminable pain that she must have caused him when he had loved her so much knifed at her windpipe as though she had swallowed thorns until she could hardly breathe.


    For several moments, she could only stare at him, incapable of speech, but his eyes flitted away from her's, studiously observing their surroundings, but never meeting her gaze. Finally, Edlyn answered quietly, "You know I have no family." As she spoke, her mind flitted back to the hazy summer evening they had spent in the woodlands encompassing Skull's camp, when she had told him about her family. Her former mate. Her kits. Figures that had melted into specters of the past now, cats that had long since been left behind in an earlier age of her life. Did he remember as well? Or had she become a faded monolith in his past?


    “How’s life? Fine and dandy I’d assume. But then again, you did greet your old friend like an enemy. It’s not how we did things back home.”


    His poignant words lacerated at her heart, and Edlyn could do nothing to hide the pain stark in her sea toned eyes that she felt at his caustic tone. "Belobog..." His words were cutting, but what truly anguished her was the blatant evidence of how much she had hurt him. Despite his jaunty demeanor, she knew how much pain lay behind his own words and actions. Then a strange smile touched his maw, and he spoke slowly, breathlessly, “I appologize. That was terribly rude of me." And then he lifted his eyes to meet her's.


    As her ocean stare met his bi-colored eyes, Edlyn was caught in his gaze. However, looking into his one gold and one blue orbs only made her more sharply aware of the pain she had inflicted on him. At that moment, she knew she would have given anything to take away that agony, anything to eliminate the reflection of pain in his eyes. Yet she also knew that no words were sufficient to do such a thing, nor express how she felt now.


    So instead, she let her actions speak for her. Edlyn stepped forward, closing the distance between them and reached forward to gently press her head against his shoulder, burying her muzzle in his thick white fur as she once had so long ago in SkullClan. Closing her eyes, she breathed his familiar scent, knowing that he might move away at any moment, that such a sense of rightness and security could only be ephemeral. She also knew that this had perhaps always been what he had wanted.


    And deep within her, she knew it was what she wanted as well.