seamus was a man of many contradictions, but that was often the case in those who were older. he was a man of simple thoughts, but not of simple deeds. his cleverness too refuge in making clear and easy decisions of late, helping to fatten his imprint with her swelling belly, helping to seize opportunities with his brothers when she was not in need, racing through the forest of Enocra and skirting the badlands of Diveen.
today, though, when he was traveling, he had a purpose, as he and his brothers had promised long ago to the king and queen of this pack. a promise to keep tabs on the borders where they roamed, a sort of outriders, border guard, for this entrance into the rolling hills that led to the sea. they would keep a steady eye out because their protection of the pack was done in kinship and for deeds rendered to their adopted father, fenrir’s true father, Bahamut.
so that is what brings him upon greer, and equally why he comes in the sharp swiftness that was his gift since birth. he had outran the flash flood that swept up most wolves both older and stronger and bigger and “smarter” in that time and he had not lost the knack. he speeds over the open spaces and keeps astonishingly low, thanks to his minute size. he dodges in and out of the shrubs that sometimes dot the landscape and then follows the small hill-dips to remain out of sight until the sudden flats remove all barriers and he is upon the female with a flash of brown fur, with darker points, and pink eyes.
“you, you are a stranger her--” but unlike what his tactician brother might have noticed outright, his eyes fall to her leg, poised as he was like a collie-dog pinning a sheep with his eyes. he is a strange man, but this he has learned from years of being small and underestimated. “you are injured, do you claim sanctuary, she-wolf? what is your name?”
“come now, speak up,” and this time he puts insistence in his eyes and tries to have her understand its not a question, but suggestion, “asteraia is a refuge, do you come to claim sanctuary?”
SEAMUS
the shadow-grin ; of ferrine
male | 18 years | 33 inches | 130 pounds
bard of the fantastic four | imprint of alice
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