s a b r i e l
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Fall would soon be upon them, and Sabriel's thoughts had been stuck on mostly one thing; what Micteca would choose. If she would go with him or stay with the others who had pushed her to become an assassin. Sabriel wanted to look past all of that, wanted to just see Micteca as she had been before, when they had been younger. He had held onto his promise to her, and had waited for her to make her choice. This was the last day for that, because when the sun went down and came back up tomorrow, that no longer applied. Sabriel did not want to give up, something had kept his hopes up that Micteca would choose him this time, not them. Not something that even she did not believe in at the fullest extent of it's meaning. Surely that must say something to her? That her label was something even she did not want to be.

Sabriel had kept returning near the borders of Spirane in hopes that Micteca would choose sooner, but that had not been the case. A depressing thought, and maybe she wouldn't want to choose him at all. Which made him realize he did have to brace himself for the worst. This could end badly for him, and he could be sent off alone again. Not a pleasant thought, but he was slowly adjusting to the fact that the gypsies were not going to return, and he would have to remain without them. They had vanished and perhaps they would never come back. Sure there was a once-gypsy here, but she had assimulated into pack life, it seemed, so there was nothing for him to do of that. Orca did not seem to know where any of the others were, either, as far as he could tell. It was too bad, honestly.

And Micteca was his last hope, and it pained him to think that she might not want to be with him. Maybe he deserved that, because he wasn't able to stop his wandering ways, but Sabriel had still given it a try. That was where it counted, right? That he had given it a real chance, although he couldn't keep his wandering ways from taking over. His age might help him settle more now, and he could only hope, and there was always the fact that if Micteca was beside him, Sabriel might be able to make the change faster. If he had something -- someone -- that gave him the right kind of hope.. Sabriel would have to wait and see. For now, he made his way near Spirane's borders and sat down nearby, lifting his head to call out for Micteca, for her choice in this matter.


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male -- eleven -- mate to none -- soulbound to anemone -- gypsy