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silent 

soft 

slow

Ashes fall like snow...

Nothing saved for Her except the screwing,

Reduced to a breeder for Her own mate...

She grieves never being wanted.

She mourns being happy and nourished and...

He says there is something left for Her

She mocks Him about getting to see all the things He gave her...

Rage heating from simmer to boil.  

She catalogs the tawdriness of His love for her as bile burns Her throat...

She can't stop her interrogation, and He must admit He would be the same.

They can feel each other now, the internal turmoil within mates, wild-marked.

anguish

grief

despair

Silence is all They share.

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  HE will mark HER 

He will see Her truth, 

Her past, Her soul. 

He will fall more in LOVE with Her, 

and more in LOATHE with Himself.  

He holds Himself in false Honor and Virtue,

Saying, "I never touched her."

My Rant : There's a saying in the big three religions that Borson needs to hear; A sin of the mind is the same as a sin of the flesh. His every thought touched her >Elska< and still touches her with every memory and every regret.

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Luki discovers silk

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Her faith and Lineage are becoming tattered 

In the hostile northern land of Her unworthy mate.

Jeweled silk woven by the hands that loved Her 

Becoming torn and stained. 

~~~~~ Bloodied and ruined.

If not by the thorns growing here and in her heart, 

Then by the claws of those whose ways are not Her Ways.

They spill Her blood daily.

~~~~~~~~~~ Disrespectful.

He desecrated Her body and soul

With His apostate traditions and His memories of not touching another.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unfaithful.

Their sins against the Moon offend Her.

Their ways are not Her ways. 

Feeling the frayed edges of torn silk and shattered spirit, 

She vows,

~~~ Not today, 

~~~~~~~ Nor tomorrow, 

But One day...

~~~ One day she will make them all crouch

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Because kneeling is too good for them.

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