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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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It is true that I am weak to the calling of blood in times of extreme emotion of any sort. Whether it is depression, desperation, anger, or hurt, I only know how to handle it through physical means and maybe that makes me weaker than I've ever thought possible. Heyel moves closer to me and that's when I notice the beetle. Leave it to Heyel to fear a bug, something he deems disgusting and below him. When it comes to Heyel, just about everything and everybody is below him. But I have the fond memory of him bowing before me one day a long time ago, of my jaws slipping around his throat with just enough pressure to get the point across, that I was his alpha and he was a subordinate, mine to rule over. He was one of the best scouts I ever had and when he took over Trenus, I knew they were getting a good alpha, if an arrogant one. And he proved me right again and again. He ruled them well and bred loyalty and Diveen is what he has to show for it. There wouldn't be a successful Diveen if it weren't for what Heyel did for Trenus. They came because of him and I will never forget that. I will never forget how much he has touched my life. I offer the shadow of a smirk to his sly comment. Heyel, king of sarcasm. He snickers to enhance it, looking around the cave as if more beetles will start crawling out of random holes in the walls. They could but unlike him, I'm not worried about a bug messing up my coat. I flick my tail the next time he speaks. I should have known he would take compliments straight to his big head. I roll my eyes. "You're right, of course.I should know better." I say in a wry voice. He reaches out next in something very un-Heyel like. Complimenting me? My eyes soften. He's right of course. Paracon does live in Diveen. I remember it fondly in every ravine and cliff face. I can still picture the creek that runs through it. The mentions of Risk and Craven make my heart squeeze. Risk was a great shield, a defender of Paracon and my family. He did more for me and the pack than anyone. He was also like a son to me. He never gave up and I understood completely when he left Diveen to find fame elsewhere. He was meant to be great. I snort. "Or it was just the closest thing they had to starting from scratch." Paracon was never close to number one for number of members. I had loyal members with the few I had but we were not a gathering like other packs. We didn't have pack hunts and meetings. I didn't offer a lot of opportunities like Heyel did in Trenus. And yet I have not forgotten the wolves that made Paracon what it was. They gave me reason to keep fighting. My eyes narrow considerably now at his final words, my hackles moving to rise in the challenge of his voice. "Why must you push it? I am doing this for the good of Diveen, can't you see that? I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. I won't do it. As for dragging me, you can try but your hip isn't the only thing I'd worry about fracturing." My lips twitch, a hint at what I'm entailing though I'm sure he'll understand. I will fight it if he tries to force me back to Diveen. I have made a decision and I intend to stand by it. I refuse to put anyone else through pain anymore. My children are better off without me. My grandchildren are better off without me. The only joke here is me. DMC_male_twenty years_no mate_imprinted on |
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