rachiekitty

"Bring marigolds home." Was all the note read. His fingers held the parchment and he stared at the lovely loops of writing. Giving his head a shake as he sat out front of his old home, stuffing the note into his pocket and began making his way to the back yard. Coming up beside the house a faint haunting melody hung in the air. His heart hammered in his chest as he broke into a run for close to ten feet before haulting. Quickly scanning the yard he saw a pale figure standing amongest his late wifes garden. Pressing himself to the corner of the house he watched the figure, tending to the over grown garden but gaining no ground. "HEY!" He call

Laying across the width of the bed, her feet dangling from one end, and her head off the other, it seemed she was comfortable. Shoulder length silver hair barely brushed the floor as she played with it, and one silver, one golden eye staring outwards towards the darkened window, the stars dancing on the other side. Biting her lip, like her mother, she rolled a little fang across the skin, leaving an irratated red line. Gently rocking her foot, almost as if she was keeping time with it. A small yawn and she closed her eyes, wondering if she had the date wrong, the time even? It had been weeks since she saw him last, training getting the better

He snapped out of a daydream it seemed, staring out the window at his daughter and wife, a smile tugging at his lips, then quickly faded. Looking down at the paper in his hand, he still hadnt told his wife he was called back. The little one playing in the stream near by, the mother sitting on the bank, watching their daughter prance and play. They meant everything to him, everything he had to protect. A heartfilled sigh and he walked out the back door, an ear flicked as he walked over, almost disgraced to look at them, his eyes constantly glancing at the ground on either side of the woman he loved.  She stood up from the bank and tilted her h

She knelt in her garden, looking to the sky for some sort of answer. Answers the sky nor the wind could answer, only that of the 'Jackels' she often lost her husband to. She hated having to wait for mail, someone on her doorstep, anything, because it seemed she was forever waiting. Pulling a weed free from the ground she shook off the dirt back into the garden, placing the weed in a half full basket. No matter how often he left, no matter how long he was gone, she loved him, with every ounce of herself. She couldnt wait for him to come home, to hold him, to kiss him, even just to smell the odd leather smell throughout the house again. The moo

She growled, her fingers tapping restlessly against the thigh of her robes. She sat on the couch, staring dead across at the warglaives that stared at her with that eminating green glow. They rested against the wall, as her mind raced. Standing up, she paced like a caged animal, back and forth infront of them."War this.. War that" She growled again, her fists clenching, and a small dark swirl wrapped around them. lifting her hands to her face a moment, she stopped pacing, her fists uncurled and tried to trace the shadowy swirl, which quickly disappeared as fast as she thought she saw it. Giving her head another shake she looked at the blades