07-06-2018, 10:42 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]As soon as the trap released Gordon, Suiteheart shifted back into a feline. She did so just in time to catch Gordon. As if she had done this sort of thing a thousand times (and perhaps she had with others), the white feline held onto Gordon as she wept. The older fae swept her tail around Gordon in a protective manner. "Hey, hey, it's okay," the Admiral soothed in a gentle voice. "You're alright now, and that's all that matters, Gordon." Suite could not help but feel badly for poor Gordon. The girl had been through so much, and this was only adding to it. She cursed whatever had placed the trap down. Damn them. Damn them to hell - especially since this could have been so much more serious.
She had began to hum lightly, in order to help calm Gordon down. The tune was soft and easy, almost lullaby-like. She had forgotten the words, but the melody would forever remain in her heart. Her mother often sang this to her whenever Suite fell victim to her violent outbursts. It always helped her center herself.
Suiteheart silenced the wordless song when Washington arrived. When he noticed the snare, his body language shifted into something different. Washington was surrounded in mystery, and she was so preoccupied with Gordon that the deputy couldn't read him. Still, at his statement, she nodded. The snare had to have been human in creation, but she knew it could have easily been set by animals - Tanglewood set bear traps all the time.
His question caused her to shake her head. "Not here, no," she answered, a troubled look upon her ivory features. This sort of thing wasn't common in the Ascendants at all. It was worrying. "I'm hoping this is the last we see of something like this too." She didn't want to think about what would happen if this wasn't an isolated event. "Washington, would you mind getting me some water to clean Gordon's wound? There's a stream not to far from here. I'd owe you one."
She had began to hum lightly, in order to help calm Gordon down. The tune was soft and easy, almost lullaby-like. She had forgotten the words, but the melody would forever remain in her heart. Her mother often sang this to her whenever Suite fell victim to her violent outbursts. It always helped her center herself.
Suiteheart silenced the wordless song when Washington arrived. When he noticed the snare, his body language shifted into something different. Washington was surrounded in mystery, and she was so preoccupied with Gordon that the deputy couldn't read him. Still, at his statement, she nodded. The snare had to have been human in creation, but she knew it could have easily been set by animals - Tanglewood set bear traps all the time.
His question caused her to shake her head. "Not here, no," she answered, a troubled look upon her ivory features. This sort of thing wasn't common in the Ascendants at all. It was worrying. "I'm hoping this is the last we see of something like this too." She didn't want to think about what would happen if this wasn't an isolated event. "Washington, would you mind getting me some water to clean Gordon's wound? There's a stream not to far from here. I'd owe you one."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE