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Posted on March 11, 2014 at 00:40:20 AM by
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Heyel turns his attention to my son and I can see the instant anger flashing in his eyes when he hears his daughter's name. I knew he wouldn't take so well to hearing Aaliyah's name but even I didn't expect this measure of vehemence. He turns on Chance, practically snarling at him never to talk about her again. The look he flashes me is obvious and my eyes narrow a bit in understanding. I doubt I'll have to say anything to Chance since I'm sure he'll know better than to press the subject, seeing how Heyel reacted. I give Chance a look anyhow, just enough to let him know to drop it. Arguing about her won't bring us any closer to Tobias. I am successfully distracted from anything I might have done next when the scent that briefly trapped me at Taviora's borders comes roaring back to life. That intoxicating perfume of wild fire and soot wafts through my nostrils, growing stronger with every minute. My head snaps around before she even walks onto the scene. A pure black wolf stands before us, as giant in nature as my former mate and just as deadly to look at just without the gold markings. Her eyes still glow with an inpenetrable fire of blue and gold, so like looking into Kiska's eyes. My lips part, my breath exhaling as a shiver runs up my spine. Why does this wolf remind me so much of her? I blink, transfixed for moments at a time as my mind tries to muddle through the memories. I stare at her as if I can simply make the black of her fur wash away and leave me with those beautiful gold markings to grow entranced with and yet no matter how hard I stare, the black of her fur stays inpenetrable and black as night. When she speaks, she speaks to the white male at my side and I find my gaze traveling down to the ground, my fur bristling though I don't know why. She introduces herself as Alias but I swear even her voice could assure me that she is the one I remember, the one I will always remember. She jumps to the subject of Tobias, letting her hatred become public knowledge though I don't think there's anyone I've met save Aaliyah who ever felt any affection for the beast. She says that she tracked him as far as Glorall so at least we have a direction to go in but I can't stop listening to her voice. She volunteers to help take him down with us and I stay silent, unable to even look back up at her lest I do or say something I might regret. Tremors continue to roll down my spine and I find myself unable to stop thinking about her and the memories we shared. This wolf across from me....it can't be my Kiska and yet she reminds me of her so much. Heyel doesn't seem to trust her, eying her with suspicion before he gives in, saying we have allies in Glorall and it shouldn't be hard to go that way. I glance up at him, finding it much safer than to look in her direction. Malina steps up next, arguing first that she doesn't want to babysit Neveah before she finally gives in and decides to take her with her. I don't know what changed her mind but I'm almost glad to see her go. Such an attitude about her, I wonder why Heyel takes such a liking to her. The pride is eveident in Heyel's voice even as he speaks to her now. I am distracted once more as none other than my own flesh and blood arrives next. My beautiful Zeteri, and yet she seems....rounder than I remember. I blink a few times just to make sure, my golden eyes wider with questions as she comes forward with a warm smile on her face. I return the nuzzle she gives me, embracing her briefly as any protective father would, listening as she welcomes us to Taviora. I don't deserve this greeting from her after the last time we met but I'll take it if she's that kind to forgive me. "And I, you, Zeteri." I murmur affectionately, my eyes glowing like they haven't in a long time with the pride of a father. Of course every time I look upon Chance, I see him with pride and again with Kane but I don't get to see my daughter every day and she's one of the few I have left in this world. Eying her stomach once more, I drop my voice where only she can hear. "Either you have been doing double duty on the rabbit hunting or I've got someone to give the fatherly talk to. We'll speak later." I'm not going to embarass her in front of everyone but my tone has finality to it, my eyes glowing with warmth and authority. She's not avoiding this one. I turn my attention to Heyel as he speaks, asking if anyone knows someone in Glorall. I wait patiently, still not turning my eyes in that direction even though its where Zeteri stands now. Just smelling her fragrance makes me...restless. About this time, a black figure appears in my peripheral vision. At first thinking it to be the devil himself, I curl my lips and snap my head around, golden eyes widening as I see something much smaller than the Tobias I remember turning to flee but not before his eyes meet my own and I know immediately who it was. Vidar. My throat goes dry, reliving that day that I attacked him and his mother. So much to repent for and yet I'll probably never get to the chance to with him. That look was enough to tell me that he's deathly afraid of me. When I hear Heyel's voice, the tone is clear. He's thinking it might have been Tobias too. I turn to him, my oice low so it doesn't seem like I'm contesting his authority. I have respect for my friend of many years and even though we are equals now, I still know how sensitive his pride can be. "He ran because of me. It was Vidar, Heyel, the wolf I...." My eyes say it all, the shame clear as day in them. Heyel knows about the day I attacked Vidar and Ruvindra. I'm sure just hearing his name will let him know what I'm talking about. I don't know if that'll be enough to stem the group he just sent after him but even so, I think he should know. I shift uncomfortably, not wanting to go after Vidar and make things worse. I'll let the others do it but how can I make him see that I won't hurt him when they bring him back? Surely once he sees me again, he'll just get scared all over again. My ears flick back in regret. And then I hear it. The roar that tears through Taviora is like no other. It is the voice of damaged vocal chords, the voice of hunger, of domination, of destruction. Tobias. My eyes glaze over and without another word, I bolt from beside Heyel, sure that he'll know the meaning of that sound. Tobias is near and from the sounds of it, he's closing in on Vidar. That's the same direction the young black wolf ran to and Tobias would go after the loner rather than the group any day. He learned his lesson a long time ago. I cannot let Vidar get hurt again because of me. That would be unforgivable. I tear through the trees, my paws silent, my fur standing on end, saliva already pooling in my jaws, ready for action. Another cry tears through the pack lands, this one a word of another language and yet I understand the voice. Coza. I've heard that the alpha of Taviora speaks another language no one has ever heard before and that he is a warrior. I have never met him but that voice can only be his. It is full of anguish and the need for justice. I close in on them, just in time to hear the snarling of first contact. When I reach the scene, Coza has put himself in the path of Tobias' jaws, throwing himself into the big black wolf, aiming to take them both to the ground. Coza is already launching a counter attacked on Tobias so I jump right in behind the black wolf, aiming to cut off any escape. My own wide jaws part and aim for the back of Tobias' neck, aiming to sling him like a rag doll and throw him to the ground or pin him there if Coza manages to get him on the ground himself. If he goes down, my paws will slam toward his shoulder to hold him down and if he manages to dodge, I'll keep going at him, my jaws snapping at any fold of muscle tissue I can grab whether it be a shoulder, neck, or back. I shake my head viciously and use my large paws as shields to slap at any muzzle that comes toward me for retaliation. Death is in my eyes once more but this time they are aimed at one big black wolf. I hope he doesn't plan on getting out alive. |
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- I could be a shadow - By Vidar March 22, 2014 at 04:05:06 PM
Bonus dies mortis - By Beowulf March 22, 2014 at 07:00:22 PM
What a Wicked Thing To Do - By Kiska March 26, 2014 at 00:49:42 AM
:: The Black Prince :: - By Tobias March 28, 2014 at 10:47:23 PM
= I Dropped My Halo = - By Heyel March 28, 2014 at 11:25:30 PM
Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl March 29, 2014 at 00:18:33 AM
Bonus dies mortis - By Beowulf March 29, 2014 at 04:28:13 PM
remind me of who i'm supposed to be - ByDevil May Cry March 31, 2014 at 00:45:38 AM
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