The bayou air was so thick over the plantation that it could of choaked the restless spirtes that haunted the swamps. Leaving the empty plantation house so hot that it would of had the devil pulling at his collar to cool down.The crew that was pose to come in kept calling with one excuse or another about coming to install the central air units..Not that they could of been blamed August was the worst part of the summer and the constant storms that brewed here in the swamps amplitfided the heat..It was definatly something that would keep one from their dreams or even sleep. Silent was just one of those people.
Even with the ceap floor fans she had picked up at wal-mart..Or the great doors that led off to the Vendenda. Sleep eluded her and even if it had not been the heat of her home city..It would of been the slivers of silver that danced over her pale milky flesh.The moon's call curling around her, wrapping Silent in a way that the half soaked sheet that twisted around her long frame could never do. The beast within howling its pleas to the mother goddess who freed her weighter Silent wished to do so or not. And Even had sleep come Silent wasnt sure she would of welcomed it. Dreams of two wolves haunted her..While yes the others were there...It was two, that she could not shake.
Those electric blue eyes never leaving her as she moved in her dreams. While the face was blurred as they usually are in her dreams those eyes..Those could be none other then her mates.It was a living hell. Silent had tried to...To occuppy herself. But Logan...He was..Not what she wanted...Or needed. He was a distraction...One that grew boring far faster then she had planned...Pitty. His good looks would grab any girls attention...Or maybe it was the wolf that spoke these passing thoughts and not the woman who did rather enjoy the lion's company. Who knew...Right now it wasnt a fight worth fighting...Not when she could feel him in the city...Her wolf felt the soft body of Llydia and Sil could taste the tart of copper.Sil could feel the wolf call to his..
Pushing from the empty bed Sil moved to the balcony curling the deep red sheet around her...And even as this all happened she felt like she was the one locked away..As her chin lifted those vibrant colorful tri colored eyes searching out the skied in hope of some old answer that maybe the munnins within could answer..But they were never any help...Always going on about bringing home the old ways...About their twisted ideas of Fate. Of gods long gone..And Bryce with his lonely maddness, always mocking her. Yet these were the pieces of her. A sigh would pass those pale pink lips before a howl was let loose. That mornful howl of the swamps..It had always been that way..Even in her happiest moments. The beast..It had always had the heartbreak of the city that it came from. Of the screts the swamps held. It was the nature of the swamp wolf.
Silent would fight the wolf for control. Fighting to stuff the beast that sought out something that couldnt be. Silent would try and focus on the other in the dream. The beautiful creature that had always been Cypresses perfect counter. How she had never been made Hati to her Skoll never made sense. They had been the perfect pair.But Lyric..She had haunted her more so...Ever since Jolene..Something..Just something tormented her. The way...Shaking her head it was nothing...It was the loniness of this place that had her thoughts seeking out what could never be. They both were lost to her. While one claimed that it wasnt so...Even Sil understood that lie. It was one to sooth both of their beast. Though it only twisted them both in directions that left them more confused then they were before the words were ever spoken.
Pushing away from the balcony ledge Sil moved to curl up on the large wooden swing on the pourch. A present Nola had brought from Salem for her. Sils cheek would rest against the splintering wood.Lowering her sheilds she would let her beast seek out those close to the plantation in the old slave shacks and within the endless amound of space within the great house. Callin them to herself. Wishing that just maybe that for tonight that the twisted memories would end in the company of wolves
