forever hold this heart that i will give to you
forever i will live for you!
Natalya was known to Weylin by the few things his grandfather had said and by the short time spent marking Glorall and allowing his new pack the freedom to explore it on their own terms. He had not called out to them yet, for he remembered the way Scotavia had felt to him for so very long under his grandfather’s rule. Never far from the pack center, they had not traversed the land as they had ought to and now he refused to prevent his people from knowing their home in that same way.
It was important that they knew where the crossing led over onto the safety of the island. It was important they knew the border rivers that cut a swath between them and Iromar and Diveen where Finley now lived. It was important they knew the creeks and prey hidey holes and scent markings. It was as important that he did too, and that is why he has spent the day doing all of the above. He may not have been the best at endurance of the brothers, but he was pretty sure that his patrol had been done in a most timely manner to have come across Devil May Cry so soon after his arrival at the border.
The scents around him tell him that the scent of Diveen is new, condensed around the body that carried it here. Soon it would dissipate and maybe somewhere within it he will find traces of Finley amongst the other aromas that made up the scent of that pack. He aches in his chest for the soul-mad male, the one who had been least prepared for the miracle and horror of imprinting. He followed a woman who did not see him, would never see him. He wished that somehow their paths could have been interchanged, that Finley could be spared the pain he was in. There had only been once that Weylin had spoken to his once-brother. It had ended badly after Weylin sensed the pain, sensed the overwhelming sadness in his heart – and had the gall to even imply that he leave her.
It had severed their brotherhood well and truly, as though somehow Weylin had bitten the woman with his own teeth. The leucistic wolf had been madly in love with her before, but this new level of devotion and love was almost painful to watch. Weylin thinks then of Selene. What if Selene had chosen another? What if in their two years apart she had been wooed by a male equally as opposed to the rightness of fate as Finley’s imprints mate was? Weylin ponders over the bond, ponders over the despair that he had seen when he had said the words “Leave her, she does not care for your heart.” Finley had been on the border of that line that all children born of Nanruan and Moladian blood face. Bedwyr had crossed it, been consumed by the madness of two different designs in one body.
He has not seen the boy since and Devil standing at the border makes his ears perk hard. He keeps walking without even a hiccup in his step over his thoughts of Finley. “I know you. My brothers spoke of their visit to your home and the welcome they received. Devil May Cry of Paracon.” The greeting is slow, confident. He is comfortable facing the larger male and even more comforted by the way Devil has shrunk just slightly from the description his brothers had brought back to him. “What does the the King of Diveen’s father want of Glorall?” He tilts his head, not even a hint of posturing in his stance. He does not need to raise hackles, does not need to try and supercede the male in standing tall. He stands relaxed in his own home, more than prepared if the old king wanted to pick a fight – but in no hurry to exacerbate the situation into such a quarrel if none was first provided.
The King of the Vale
[ male - five - master of the devil dogs and brotherhood - true king to selene’s queen ]
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