Get with me if you want to move up in rank. I'm going to change up the pack tasks for a little change of pace.
Congratulations to Adrian on her promotion to Governess. She will handle the guidance and teaching of our young pups in Iromar.
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No Method, Just Madness IP: 108.19.101.218 Posted on December 8, 2014 at 03:02:59 AM by Andras
Things had not changed since Lillith's death. He had yet to feel any different from the moment she slipped away. And yet recently, he started to feel...different. Snow had been falling upon Iromar, covered the land in the white substance and touched the land with ice once more. It was the coldest time of year, and he felt the cold usually. He had shorter fur, wirey fur. Yet recently, he felt like a million suns were casting their rays upon his body. He sought water to cools this seething hot rage of his own being.
His great form made its way in the snow, large paws crushing and crushing with each hurried step. His soul had not been healed without Lillith, the heat of his own frame was about to drive him mad. He wondered if his dearest daughter Lamia...he wondered if she knew a cure. She had traveled to the other packs. She had learned of other methods and ways to deal with the body. She was indeed, the most successful of his daughters.
She typically enjoyed the waters, and he would find her on his way there. His breathing told him the air was cold, but why was he so hot? He held it together though, and did not show such discomfort as of yet. Her scent did begin to seep into his nares, and he followed it carefully until she came into view.
He was not always the best of fathers in the world. He was not prone to show affection, and yet it was Lillith who held him together as his glue. Without her...his daughters, they were the most he had left of Lillith, and the other two were...gone. He felt his heart clench as he walked upon behind her. He reached his muzzle down, his nose reaching to touch the back of her ear and head gently.
"Lamia..." he whispered, before a heavy pant uncontrollably escaped from him. He stepped forward into the water, feeling the much colder liquid upon his paws, and yet he still felt so hot, that his tongue dangled out of his mouth for but a moment.
"Why is the snow so....warm this winter..." he asked, his voice slowed and yet he did not realize it himself. All he knew was that he wanted to be near Lamia, wanted her to be close. He wanted to protect her, to ensure nothing happened to her. He wanted her to help him feel whole again, but that was just a fleeting wish. No, right now...he just wished she could help rid him of this unbearable heat of his own being.