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has done it again. This is Chihiro and Haku, Chihiro was having a crisis of confidence when Rin pulls her away from her quest. Daishar added a ghostly Haku to this, trying to comfort his mate though they are seperated. First posted on the Velf forum.

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"She put another peach in her mouth but instantly spat it out. It tasted of metal! She looked at the peaches in the bag; they seemed normal apart from one that had little dark spots on it. She picked it up. She then realised the problem was not with the peach, it was with the hand that held it. Blood was dripping steadily down her fingers. She wiped at her hand. There was no pain, she was just bleeding. It was then that she saw that it was her mating scar that was bleeding. One corner of it had opened and blood was oozing steadily from it. Chihiro stared at it, not quite ready to believe what she was seeing. Her brain kicked in and she hurriedly located a first aid kit. Bleeding was still bleeding even if it was not a wound she had anything to do with. Her heart was cold. She wanted to scream at the sky that she was tired; she just wanted to go home and be with her mate and await the birth of their child in comfort. But she could not do that, she did not have the luxury of falling apart. She cleaned and bandaged her hand. She would invent an excuse about it later. No sense worrying everyone when nothing could be done about it.

Once her hand was dealt with she sat down and took a deep breath. She felt in her pockets. She drew out a small glass vial and a lock of hair. The hair would normally be a shiny green-black but it was matt black and lifeless. It felt coarse to the touch; it was not the gloriously silky hair of her mate. It was not the hair that she would occasionally weave into the odd small braid while he slept. He would wake and angrily pull them out, complaining that he was not her doll to play with. He was a mean, terrible dragon and his mate of all people should respect his dignity. His minor rants did not stop her playing with his hair though. The hair in her hand he had cut from his own head to be given to her.

The sample of lake water was not encouraging either. It had a distinct green sheen to it, as if it was beginning to turn stagnant. The lake would be suffering without its physical self and it appeared the physical manifestation of her mate was also in poor shape, if his hair could be trusted as an accurate indicator. Chihiro clutched the water and the hair to her. She forced back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She was going to rescue him! But she was running out of time; he was getting weak and she would make no progress until they had resolved Rin’s history. Chihiro felt so torn; beloved sister or beloved mate? How could she possibly choose? She couldn’t leave Rin to face her past alone and she could not afford to be delayed!"

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has done it again. This is Chihiro and Haku, Chihiro was having a crisis of confidence when Rin pulls her away from her quest. Daishar added a ghostly Haku to this, trying to comfort his mate though they are seperated. First posted on the Velf forum.

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"She put another peach in her mouth but instantly spat it out. It tasted of metal! She looked at the peaches in the bag; they seemed normal apart from one that had little dark spots on it. She picked it up. She then realised the problem was not with the peach, it was with the hand that held it. Blood was dripping steadily down her fingers. She wiped at her hand. There was no pain, she was just bleeding. It was then that she saw that it was her mating scar that was bleeding. One corner of it had opened and blood was oozing steadily from it. Chihiro stared at it, not quite ready to believe what she was seeing. Her brain kicked in and she hurriedly located a first aid kit. Bleeding was still bleeding even if it was not a wound she had anything to do with. Her heart was cold. She wanted to scream at the sky that she was tired; she just wanted to go home and be with her mate and await the birth of their child in comfort. But she could not do that, she did not have the luxury of falling apart. She cleaned and bandaged her hand. She would invent an excuse about it later. No sense worrying everyone when nothing could be done about it.

Once her hand was dealt with she sat down and took a deep breath. She felt in her pockets. She drew out a small glass vial and a lock of hair. The hair would normally be a shiny green-black but it was matt black and lifeless. It felt coarse to the touch; it was not the gloriously silky hair of her mate. It was not the hair that she would occasionally weave into the odd small braid while he slept. He would wake and angrily pull them out, complaining that he was not her doll to play with. He was a mean, terrible dragon and his mate of all people should respect his dignity. His minor rants did not stop her playing with his hair though. The hair in her hand he had cut from his own head to be given to her.

The sample of lake water was not encouraging either. It had a distinct green sheen to it, as if it was beginning to turn stagnant. The lake would be suffering without its physical self and it appeared the physical manifestation of her mate was also in poor shape, if his hair could be trusted as an accurate indicator. Chihiro clutched the water and the hair to her. She forced back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She was going to rescue him! But she was running out of time; he was getting weak and she would make no progress until they had resolved Rin’s history. Chihiro felt so torn; beloved sister or beloved mate? How could she possibly choose? She couldn’t leave Rin to face her past alone and she could not afford to be delayed!"