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A
young woman stood with a gloved
hand
on her hip. She wore a crimson hood and a ruby mantle of fine silk. Clad in a leather uniform with
shoulder length arm coverings that
rivaled
the color of her flowing raven hair. She tossed
back her hood to reveal two silver wolf ears that matched a lush tail that moved gently side to side.
Snippets from Chronicles of Zaloria: Wild Storm
My poor tail,” Acalia sniffed as she patted the silky tip within her hands. Her ears flattened to the sides. "What ever did it do to anger you?"
“Woman, it wasn't the tail that pissed me off,” Filtiarn growled.
***
Two large hands gently grasped Acalia's shoulders from behind. Before she could react, she was pulled backwards against a massive chest.
"Holding the tears back only makes it more painful," Filtiarn murmured beside her ear.
Her heart leaped with joy. She wanted to embrace him but her mind sharply reminded her of the pain that he had caused her. A stubborn streak set into her mind. It was far too soon to forgive him. "How dare you—" Acalia growled. She attempted to pull away.
"Easy, my lady."
"Go to hell."
Filtiarn sighed near the top of her head. "Without you at my side it felt as if I was already there."
Her cheeks warmed. Being held in his powerful arms felt good and right. No, I mustn't be swayed by his pretty words. He left me when I needed him the most.
She jerked away. Filtiarn wouldn't have it. He pulled her right back.
"Keep that up," she warned, "and I'll bite you."
He laughed. "Still as ferocious as ever."