something somewhere out there keeps calling
SEEKING RAKUEN
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Two days since the dance between himself and Iason had passed. Darcia had not planned on having it go the way it did at all. And now, the thought was gnawing on the back of his mind as one does on a piece of meat that has been left too long out in the blazing sun. His return to Bright Moon had been at the moment before the sun peeked over the horizon. He had been able to tuck away all the unwanted secrets into deep holes before Fenris opened his godforsaken mouth and let light pour onto the terrain. From there, Darcia had gone about re-marking his territory. Soon he and his second would travel to Abendrot... apparently a place that Bright Moon was not on extremely good terms with. Now he was idly making his way through the land, acknowledging that the soil was not in the same prime it had been when Tamlin was ruler. It probably would never return to the likes of such... and it was extremely unlikely that any change would occur soon. For now, Darcia would just watch over the tundra, waiting for her to rise once again so that he may whisper promises that he intended to keep in her earthy aud. It might be strange-- to think that the black Pharaoh was more in tune with the earth than he was with himself or any others. Amber and ice portals swept over the horizon, making note of every detail, memorizing the smell of snow on dirt... and-- his pools blinked behind a mask of black before they reopened once more to the light. A pack member? This far in? Though Darcia knew that the area was free roam for any member, some of the places were hardly ever prowled upon. The perfume was sweet... a femme no doubt. Having nothing else to do, the rooky monarch followed it on silent feet.
Once he had caught up to her, he drank her in. Having come from a pack that only raised male wolves, Darcia was still getting used to the differences in physique and behavior that the females presented. Indeed they were very different than the masculine frames that he had been surrounded by since he was a youngling. More delicate and unique-looking. Frail, almost. Darcia was sure that if he went too close to this one or perhaps if he ran into her on accident, he might shatter her into a million pieces. Elora. It was both beautiful and strange for a name. The Alpha nearly cursed himself when he realized that he had not replied to her before the meeting had been disbanded. What kind of regalship was that? Now he wrestled his way from his hiding place and stepped on a twig or two so that she may know that he was there-- after all, the wind had not been in her favor. But she seemed to be looking for something. Something... nothing like a soul for a varg cannot rest in the hidden nooks and crannies that she was pressing her narettes into. He paused a ways away from her and allowed the wind to carress his musculature before he opened his ebon-lined mug full of crystal daggers. "Elora."
The moment he uttered her own name, he wanted to turn on his heel and quickly pace away, his head held to the ground and his tassel flicking angrily. So informal. Naturally it would be awkward for the great dark hessain with the mis-matched gaze to feel a little jittery around her. She was a girl-- and he was a boy. A boy in his prime who had not been exposed to girls before he had gained power inside the packlands. But he did not do as his body wished. He nonchalantly pricked his eavesdroppers and listened to the sound of her heartbeat. If she paid any heed to him, he would continue with his words. If not, he would just watch her until she did. "... Please forgive me for not introducing myself to you at the meeting, Elora. I have no excuse for it." After all, excuses were for the incompetent, and Darcia planned to face his troubles head on. He stayed far from her, a good four yards. He needn't be imposing on her personal space, if that was what she valued. Not knowing her, it was best to assume the very utmost 'gentle-man'-like behavior. "My name-- that is..." He paused a moment, catching his breath, and then continued, acting as if nothing had hindered him in the first place. "Darcia." What the fuck. What kind of introduction was that? Fuck fuck fuck. Why was he getting so uncomfortable? Was it because that had happened? His duo-toned lookers narrowed a bit at the thought of this and he looked around her, taking in the evidence as to what she had been doing. And then he let a soft smile fall to his kissers, tugging them round at the corners. The only thing that she could be searching for at this time... in such unfortuned spaces... "Did you find any?"
darcia
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