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Posted on June 14, 2015 at 10:22:40 PM by Solaris
 He is slow to join the pack gathering this day, large paws carrying his wounded frame across the border line and back into Taviora within the early hours of the morning, the rain from last night having washed clean his pelt of any scent it may have carried, leaving only the whitened male with the wounds upon his chest- as if one had attempted to tear the very Angel Mark from him. Each step was painful, that opened flesh searing with each moment and every stride as if Heyel sought to sink fangs into him with every movement. If this was the price of war then Solaris is not at all assured how others are given to dedicate their lives to the song of battle, how others, even Mother his own return to the pack lands with wounds strewn across them. He had but one and yet it was one that had punctured deeply into the flesh of his chest. Had Heyel been within his prime he is given to doubt such a battle would have gone favourably. Yet he is no warrior and has never paraded as such, he had not anticipated so much fight being left in an older wolf and such a mistake would not be made again. His mind is heavy this day, thoughts weighing upon it, turning and rolling within. How long would it take until the body was found? Surely none had seen. Surely they had been careful. He presses such thoughts away, lifting from his place of rest at the sound of Coza’s call though he is given to attempt to attend further to his wounds before he does, head bowed to lick at his chest once more in an effort to patch together the skin and further blend the blood into the russet of his fur in an attempt to make the wound appear far less then it was within reality. Those handsome young features are given to flinch, if ever so slightly, as he strides once more, given to miss most of Coza’s speech though the words he hears as he approaches assures he will understands all the same. It is…displeasing to hear of such a change, he had grown in the company of the older wolf, had only he as Alpha all his life and yet he does not begrudge the young one either, is content enough in Amoxtili’s rule for he holds faith in the boy as Coza surely does, believes such a move is surely a thing most intelligent. After all- Coza was no longer so young and aged was so often…preyed upon. He pauses amongst the group now, giant form given to tower above so many present as the blue and violet of his gaze finds Coza, offering a dip of his head before his attention returns to the new King, allowing a smile to grace his lips in display of his good will- though he remains silent for now, seemingly oblivious to his so obviously wounded chest, offering no explanation unless asked and yet he feels her all the same. She is so very close. Those red-rimmed eyes shift, falling upon Astrid unbidden- for he is drawn to her in every way, can feel the very beat of her heart against his own and wonders perhaps…..if she knew? Could she feel his guilt? Could she feel the unrest of his very soul as it turned and shook within him? She could not read his mind, could not see his crime and yet could she feel his nervousness? He had not considered this, nor perhaps the paranoia of his own thoughts as his gaze breaks hurriedly from her own to merely rest upon the young King once more, attempting to maintain the look of placidity he had always held amongst others. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel, Shiloh, Hadrian, Phaedra, Calliel, Evero || Peacekeeper of Taviora |
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