a portrait of a tortured you and i;
The steady fall of his feet upon the soil causes his ears to flicker as he moves through the lower region of the mountains, where the borders meet the riverside; the same riverside that had ultimately brought him to the keeps of Spirane. The wrinkle of his nose as he took in the scents around him, filtering out the essence of spring and focusing on the scents of others. It was something he did often, trying to keep tabs on all that came and went from the mountainside. For no longer was he just some recluse, he had a purpose, a title - one that involved the protection of his queen and friend, when he was not at her side he was patrolling her pack borders, wanting to make sure she was safe at all costs. For ever since they had met he had leaned on her in a way he had never experienced before, their friendship forming in the light of a storm and each others warmth while they stood in the rain. Shifting into something he cannot explain. For know she knew him, truly knew the male he was before she had come upon him. The dream is but a distant memory but the aftermath of all that occurred after it was a steady reminder that even in his faults she still cared for him. The thought brings a soft smile to his lips, pulling at the gruesome scars that shield his face. The had been through much in their time together, from his wounded arrival to her mountains, to the birth of her children, to his nightmare, and then the arrival of his sister. He had been unsure at seeing Everlyse within the mountain, but the hope that perhaps with her close he could mend the pain he had caused. But leave it to her to see his closeness to his queen, at her questioning which sounded more like betrayal hinted in anger he had said nothing... For in some way she was right. He had not even thought to protect her years ago, at the time he was not one to protect only harm. But that didn't not stop the guilt that grew at watching her question everything when it was before her, she was not one to keep her tongue never had been. He only hoped one day he would be forgiven.
At the outer edge of the border he is quick to allow orange eyes to glance at the riverside, before he turns a steadying breath and then he is off. Feet pounding upon the terrain as he begins to scale the mountain's path that would bring him higher within the peaks and closer to the life he now lived within it. The rush of air that hits his face and chest is freeing and he cannot stop the lolling tongue that escapes as he ascends. Orange eyes a light at the familiar surroundings that were now home to him, even passing a few of it's members as he went, offering a friendly wave of his tail and a quick greeting yet never stopping. He had one intent in mind, the same intent that seemed forever there. Daenerys. The feelings he had for her were still unknown and hard to describe but there are there, always there reminding him yet explaining nothing. As he comes across the path to the lower dens he cannot help the slight detour, just a quick glance to make sure his newest nieces and nephew were fairing well. After he had barged into the den after their birth, he had been faced with a very angry sibling, accompanied by some yelling, growling, and maybe even a snap or two. But the red child, the one he know knew as Semele was quick to defuse the situation, to think that sweet child had come from Everlyse was oddly fascinating and the soothing peacefulness of her presence had all but silenced him and Everlyse. It was a control perhaps only Reich possessed save for the children, but he is thankful all the same. For at his departure he had been invited to return with just a minimal of protest. As he comes around the bend, orange eyes fixate on the den as he slows to a brisk walk. Scenting the air to see whom all was within before he dared enter, the absence of Semele has him back stepping for a moment. Not wanting to test his luck without the presence of his niece, it is not that he feared his sibling - he feared what would become of them should she react to her violent desires. Daenerys had not missed their similarities and tension, when she had arrived. So to keep the peace and not have his queen and sister perhaps at arms he is smart to move on, glancing one last time at the den before he rushes further up the mountain side.
The further he goes the faster his heart seems to beat and the tickling of what could only be described as the flutter of wings in his stomach begin, growing with each step that brings him closer to where he normally found her but as he moves the distant and familiar call that he knows well causes him to slide to a pause, grass flying up as he tucks his rump closer to the earth in an attempt to stop. Orange eyes jerking to the higher peaks where he is sure it had come from, though it was not one of distress instead a lovely melody that seemed to breech the skies. And then without thought he is following the invisible trail of the call. The briskness in his steps are hurried yet not stressful, knowing well if he put any more strain on his back leg he would be feeling it for days to come. As he climbs higher and higher he cannot help but admire the sights he had not seen before, for this was not a piece of Spirane he had not explored and to think of whom he find among the way was another reward his eyes would welcome. The beauty of the world around him cannot stop the thought of his mother, to think of Orra here among the mountains; she would have loved it here, would have loved Daenerys, all of the wolves it held. And with a gentle smile he takes one last step, putting him upon the outer edges of rock and before his queen.
He cannot stop the smile at seeing her, the image she presents upon the rocky cliff is almost ethereal. "Daenerys..." The soft sway of his tail cannot be stopped as he steps closer, orange eyes shifting from her to the sights surrounding them, unsure which sight he should choose for both were easily amazing. It is as he comes to her side the decision is made as he fixates on her, rubbing slightly along her side; craving the warmth and contact he was becoming so use to in their time together. "Such a fitting throne for a queen.." He smiles easily, the action so much well used since his first arrival. As his words express the awe of the world around them, truly fitting for her for she deserved something as grand as she was. For a moment there is silence, a comfortable void of words as he just feels the body at his side and glances down and around at the world they lived in. Before he glances, orange eyes soft as his deep voice rumbles in a heavy whisper. "Not that I do not like the view, but what brought you here this morning?" He smiles softly, a rush of slight warmth taking his cheeks at his earlier words for they could well be describing the sight of her or the view of the peaks, at the moment he would never tell which, there is only so much he could take before he resulted back in his nerves and find himself embarrassing rather than not. Waiting patiently, just content in her presence as the life around them moves on.
Jericho. eight - no heart - no soul - spirane |