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Posted on March 19, 2014 at 01:33:01 AM by S o r c i e r
 - - - - - - ❧ - - - - - - The season of spring brought many things, even as it was nearing its end. Sorcier remembered how fleeting he was when he made his arrival in Taviora, how the unsettling anticipation of acceptance was right at the tip of his snout. Spring brought him the change of his role amongst his peers, how he was no longer a drifter, a gypsy of sorts that searched throughout the vast world of Moladion, and he had finally found his place amongst the pack of Coszcotl, the pack of Taviora. Through the other pack members, he would be able to continue furthering his knowledge in the life of healing and medicine, and perhaps later on in his years, he would be able to independently offer his services or have others seek him out for the aid others would be in need of. These thoughts drifted off to one of the wolves who had made it all possible; Sen. Sen was amongst the highest ranking healers in the pack, being second only to the Shaman. Sorcier had never witnessed Sen in the midst of his work, though the male dared not to intrude on personal, fragile affairs. The wolf was an expert at keeping himself away when the company may or may not have been appropriate. Today, however, this was something different. Today, spring brought change again, it brought the start of something new entirely. He knew what was to be expected today for Sen and his mate Hush, a wolf that the male had not become acquainted with since his arrival. He wasn’t seeking to improve bonds or construct friendships of any of those sorts, but simply to offer his blessing at the presence of new life. He hadn’t a clue what to say, exactly, because it was an experience that was foreign and surreal to him. He had never had a mate or a female companion of any nature for the matter. It was a courtship that the male was a stranger to, but regardless of being so estranged, he would not miss such an opportunity to at least offer the newborns a greeting, even though they would probably never remember this moment as they had aged. However, he would not let this trouble him in the slightest. The way to the den wasn’t too difficult for him to come across. To be quite honest, there was only a few that were close to the outskirts of the territory lines specific to Taviora. It was just a matter of him pausing for a moment when a gentle breeze had made it’s passing, angling his muzzle upward, and allowing the plethora of scents to fill his nostrils and be labeled in his memory. The smell of the male was one that was particular, one that was undeniable to mistake. Every wolf had their own scent that was particular to their own being, and since Sen was one of the only few that he was familiar with, it was easy for him to figure. The scent was still strong though it lingered briefly.. but Sorcier decided to follow it anyway. It was only a matter of time that, upon stumbling a secluded den in the forests, that the cries of a newborn pierced the silent air. With perked ears and another quick waft of the air, he knew he had come across the right place. Slowly approaching the entrance, Sorcier cleared his throat before emitting a low growl just so that his presence could, and would, be acknowledged as he peered into the mouth of the den with only his head at first. The fire of his eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the sight of Sen who had his back turned to Sorcier at the moment, though he took no negative notions out of it. Though, off to the side, the form of another wolf had taken his attention. The female was beautiful, if he was allowed to say such things. Her coat was a blend of russet, something that held no distinguishing marks but a blend of tones that were very easy on his eyes. Even despite the fact that he had come the moment she was finished with the birthing process, it was something he never would have guessed if he simply had met her on any other day. The pair were perfect, complimenting one another in all of their aesthetic glory. The sight of their pups were also something of another wonder. One had taken the image of Sen almost to a perfect tee, aside from the brown that washed over his paws. The other was a bit more elaborate. The majority of her coat was russet, though each follicle seemed to be dipped in gold, just like the back of her ears. The female pup took after both of her parents, and ultimately, captivated their beauty as a whole. The male pup took mostly after his father in all the magnificence that could be, and consequently—both pups were quite the sight to see. Sorcier’s blackened lips pulled into the small smile, and gave a nod to all of them at once before allowing his piercing, deepened voice echo through the den’s walls— “I’m sorry if I intruded.. but they are absolutely beautiful..” |
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