At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on September 9, 2013 at 02:21:34 PM by Lycaon.
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Despite the odd niggle and sarcastic comment, the pair hobbled along in silence. Lycaon treasured the peace knowing that, no doubt, all hell would break loose when they finally reached the borders of Cold Summers. Lolita had already stated her allegiance to the manned Queen and heirs and would not take pity on Whispers after she discovered his injuries. The remaining Prince and Princess would already be plotting their revenge or rebellion against the new Alphess and it wouldn’t take them long to follow through with their attack. Ly wondered how the female would cope with a mutinous pack and whether she would be able to deal with many, older, wolves sticking by Pandora and refusing to accept her. He wasn’t sure just how many members of the dead lands would despise their new ruler but he was sure of one thing, the wolves that would were ones she would want on her side. To be frank all Lycaon wanted to do was sleep. He wanted to wallow in the blackness of his den, like the shadow he was, and fester in his anger and wounds. Apollonia would probably choose to stay by him and he wondered just how much this whole situation was bothering her. Though she looked confident and calm, like nothing could faze her, he knew better than anyone that inside she would be worried, scared, angry. His daughter was a whole bundle of emotions, partly due to her lack of memories, and though he had tried to train her, to take control of her feelings, she had found it difficult and so he hadn’t pushed her. It had taken him years of hardship to lock away his memories and emotions this way and he would not expect Lonia to be able to do the same just from training. No, she had to experience much more in order to become like him and it was something he did not want his, adopted, daughter to go through. He had vowed to protect her and protect her he would, even if for the next couple of months it would probably be the other way around. As the male turned towards the lake, and snarling under his breath at his collision with a branch, his auds flickered to the sound of paw steps following him. Clearly the female had favoured his decision for a break and was in step behind him. When they finally pushed through the clearing and paws scraped across the gravelled earth the two split up, approaching the water a few yards away from each, other allowing at least a little private time for them to recover and tend their wounds. Lycaon collapsed almost instantly, savouring the weightlessness of his limbs. Having only two fully functioning, one half useful and the other out of sorts, he found that he strained the healthy limbs in order to support his weight without doing more damage to his injured hock. Lying down was the most comfortable way to drink and clean the wound on his muzzle. The brown cloaked maiden on the other paw, wandered into the gentle currents up to her shoulders. He quickly averted his gaze, not really caring what the ess was doing and concentrated on cleaning the gash on his face. If not it would quickly become infected and he didn’t want to risk further injuries. Slowly he slid his whole muzzle into the cooling aqua, wincing slightly as the water connected with his wound and stung for a few seconds, though it quickly became bearable. Dried blood loosened, the lake turning red around his injury. It was a strange sensation as the current drifted through the ‘flap’ of torn skin dragging it with it as it continued it’s journey. With the blood and injury on his face now cleaned, he lifted his head letting the water drip down the fur on his throat and chest. It was cooling and refreshing and though he longed to walk into the lake, to clean the puncture wound on his leg and body, he didn’t want to risk slipping or loosing his footing. No doubt another wolf in the pack would help to tend to the injuries he couldn’t reach, so for now he let them be. Soon enough lyrics drifted like the current over his paws. His eyes moved towards the one he travelled with as she moved to the bank and up the beach towards him. ’So, uh.. What rank did your last alpha have you at, anyways?’ A snort of disbelief hissed through his teeth, causing a weird feeling to shake his tattered lips. She was really asking about ranks? Deciding that it was best to answer rather than risk the wrath of his new Queen, he opened his jaws releasing his poisonous arrows. ”You care about what rank an ‘old mule’ had? Why?” The lyrics were deep and sharp and definitely sarcastic, as he used her ‘insult’, just as they always were. ”If you must know. I was the Zeta. Not the highest rank, but I didn’t care much. I don’t tend to be friendly with my rulers. I simply do my duty and that is that. Myself and Axel had a sort of mutual silence. We didn’t speak much but we got along fine. He had promised to grant me a higher rank for my service, but, well, he…” A growl cut off his lyrics. He had deserted the pack in their time of need and had fallen into line, behind his previous Alpha, on a list of wolves Lycaon would happily rip the throats out of. ”I have yet to find an Alpha or Alphess, that gains my full trust and loyalty.” With that he shot a look at Whispers; a look of curiosity and irritation. He was and had always been a fantastic soldier, knowing the ropes and doing his duties well, but a friend and pack mate? Well, that was a whole different story. Through-out his speech he had gradually, stumbled, to his feet turning to head the way he had come. Cold Summers beckoned him over the horizon and he couldn’t wait to see the reception Whispers would receive. Lycaon | Adult Male | Cold Summers Zeta | No Mate | Father to Apollonia | xhollowremains. |
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