A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on February 22, 2013 at 03:59:08 AM by Henadin
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The brute smiled at the fae… it was true – he was a very secretive wolf, but it was more his dislike of speaking than unwanting to talk about his past that had cut off his speech. Henadin jumped a bit as a chuckle jumped its way out of his throat as his ears took in her question. So what brings you here? Kahlan. That was why he was here, and he had been reluctant to come, but it surprised him how much he was enjoying himself in the presence of this fae. “We were separated as pups…the white plague took our father.” Another sentence? Henadin shook his coat and tried to relax the muscles in his throat. “I found Kahlan here…but then we searched for others.” He shrugged, his gaze remaining upon the fae’s. “Now we are back.” Henadin coughed, the continual speech – and it did feel like a speech to Henadin. The brute could not believe how much he was speaking, and yet he seemed not to mind it. Henadin looked away, trying to remember the last time he had spoken this much to a lupine aside from Kahlan. He had spent a lot of time talking to himself in his head – he wasn’t crazy, but when you spend years by yourself, half of it being your childhood, you often only had yourself for advice. You were the only one you could trust. And then it came to him. The last time he had said so much to someone other than Kahlan was right before his father had been bitten by the rabid stranger that had appeared at the border of his father’s land. Henadin had been hunting a wily butterfly under the careful watchful eye of his father, and when the stranger had come at him, his father had jumped in between and had received the fatal bite. He turned his gaze away, not wanting the fae to see the rare glimpse into the hurt that was held deep within his soul. He allowed himself a few seconds, before slipping back into the stoic mask that he so often wore upon his face. This time now, it felt less secure, less protective. For he knew now why it was that he wore the mask – he blamed himself for his father’s death. He laid a smile upon his maw, but this one felt forced, fake. He tried to relax, and remembered the question she had asked him that had made him laugh. So what brings you here? “Kahlan wants a mate..but worries about me. We’ve travelled together for so long… So she begged me to come here.” He gave a soft chuckle, an easy smile once again laying upon his maw. Suddenly he raised his gaze and stared solidly at the fae, realizing how it must have sounded to the fae. “I didn’t mean…It’s not like… I’m enjoying…” Henadin stuttered, not sure what to say, hoping that Channing did not misunderstand what he had said. The brute resolutely shut his maw, not wanting to dig himself a deeper hole, and although a silence fell upon the pair once more, he was no longer comfortable in it. He shifted his weight restlessly and looked away from the fae... |
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- How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. February 22, 2013 at 05:14:27 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 1, 2013 at 02:41:10 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. March 3, 2013 at 02:30:04 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 4, 2013 at 08:39:21 PM
How lonely is the night without the howl of the wolf? - By Channing. March 6, 2013 at 08:48:55 PM
Can You Hear the Silence - By Henadin March 7, 2013 at 03:39:15 PM
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