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Posted on February 24, 2014 at 00:07:09 AM by S o r c i e r
 - - - - - - ❧ - - - - - - “My dear Sorcier, no service will be required for you to find something as simple as a home. It is up to you in what path you choose with us, and where you would like to go.” The words were absolute sanction to his ears. It was just the clarity that he would need to make it through tonight, to finally know that he had found something that would be the starting foundation of a life, his life, which was now available to him. The warmth in the other male wolf was assurance, like the guidance that Elder had once offered which felt like so long ago even now, and just as Sorcier was about to raise up his head, he had felt a gentle push against the side of his neck. The exhale from Sen’s nostrils and whiskers told Sorcier that it was a gesture given by the male’s muzzle, and before Sorcier could say much more, the other began once again. “I am happy to welcome you as my brother, though the final decision rests with Coza- Cozscotl- my Alpha and my dearest friend. I guarantee he is the kindest and oddest speaking wolf you will have ever met.” There was that “it” factor. So this male was not the Alpha, which made this situation a bit more realistic. Not everything could be lain out with fresh roses and promises, could they not? Even with that being the case, the sound of the Alpha in the manner that Sen spoke of him gave Sorcier the impression that there was nothing to truly fret over. Knowing himself however, and how he had asserted his submission to the male just moments before—he would treat the Alpha, as well as no other member of the pack, differently. To him, they all possessed something that he was dire for-- a home, thus, making them more valuable in regards to their character, not so much as actual worth. He would never lay a price over anyone’s soul in any case of the matter, as Elder had taught him that we were all from the same earth, all from the same moon, and all from the same sun. This then led to more questions. If Sen was not the Alpha, then what exactly.. was he? Claiming to be a dear friend to the Alpha, he must have a specific place amongst the pack that helped defined just that. Sen had not attacked him or gave off any impression that he was the hand of justice for the Alpha, or maybe he was and decided it was not worth the conflict? No, Sorcier could not picture this wolf as someone who dealt physicality or war cries in his life—not to say he wasn’t capable, for if this was his role amongst the pack, Sorcier just simply did not know. “Please.. might I see your eyes?” Sen had ripped Sorcier right out of his trance once again and, sheepishly, the male’s ears had flattened back against his skull in embarrassment for his lost mindedness. The question still rang in his ears, but in a different voice. Elder’s. Elder had asked the same question when Sorcier was just getting ready to be a yearling, for what reason, Sorcier never really understood but then something just happened to click for him. Perhaps Sen was a teacher, or a healer, or something of that suit—just as Elder had aspired for Sorcier to become. If this were the case, then perhaps Sorcier could further his eager knowledge in the craftsmanship of the earth and the nurturing properties that it had possessed. There he went again, rambling. Restraining a scornful growl directed for himself for this lack of respect and utter decency, the wolf had picked up his head so that Sen would not have to lower himself to the moistened, disheveled ground. After all, with a coat like that, he must take pride in it just as much as Sorcier would take pride in his own. The sight of Sen’s eyes were truly.. unfathomable. They were of a color that Sorcier had never witnessed before except for in those bleak moments where the sky was painted in a mirage of blues, oranges, pinks, and purples. Sen’s held the essence of the purple in the skies at sun setting hour, yet there were many subtle variations to this colour that were just, in other words, unexplainable. These violet irises would contrast perfectly against the ember that layeth in the depths of his owns. By now, the topaz would surely be highlighted by the imperfections of copper and ruby splinters that littered the iris encompassing his pupil. The copper began to grow heavy on the topaz at this hour, much like a fire that was slowly coming to the last of its kindle, but refused to be blown out. |
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