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Posted on January 10, 2013 at 09:59:43 PM by w e y l i n
don’t you dare look out your window,
darling everything‘s on fire!
He can barely remember his childhood in Nanrua. It has become a shadow in his mind, a place as foreign as the home he now sought to make for himself. He had his Selene back. He had his belly made full with buffalo. He was leader of a roving band of not-quite gypsies. The ones he knew were Brutus, of course. The dancing fool - the man who kept him from following the path of Bedwyr into madness. Selene, the woman who held his heart, his soul, his very mind. Even now he sat in complete comfort knowing that the connection was unmolested between them and thus she must be safe.
Then there had been her little tag-a-long, his own aunt - if it could be believed. The younger female was named Leviathan. She was a special creature and though she held little benefit in this hunt, she was another mouth to feed and heart to keep whole. Next there had been Natalya. Natalya was a mystery with her quiet joining and unquestioned membership into their band of wolves. It was Weylin who had made a point not to ask her what her reason was - made it known that it was not in question. He had heard of a struggle between herself and her imprint - but it was not his business, especially not in the case that his had gone so well.
Then there was the two squabbling wolves. One with his head quite literally stuck inside his own brain, the other never ceasing to voice his complaints. Yu and Letum were silly creatures in their own rights - but still he is not contented. His second is missing - madness having driven him to extremes and yet missing in the line up. His giant red mammoth too was missing, having gone off with a rescued pup when Bedwyr and he had first started to butt heads. It was only the fact that he was pondering his yellow brother that he even made the connection when he saw Vasyenka.
He comes out of the foliage then, seeing the familiar child of the gypsy female sisters. He yips, letting the young males know of his presence, and stands tall with a wagging tail. He had been a Peter Pan type once upon a time. He still did possess the ability to think that way -- but mostly he liked to see two males just as tight as he and his adopted brothers used to be. “Bys lost?” As easy an introduction as ever there was one.
the war outside our door keeps raging on.
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