“Home is whatever you make it to be.”

His head simply nods once more, a quiet inclination and acceptance for the home Devil had chosen for himself. It was not grand perhaps, nor did it hold upon itself the air of the jungle of Paracon, the dam soils and green foliage and the smell of water still held so dearly within the mind of the aged white warrior and yet- all things must pass. Even if they do not desire that it is so. He is content, today, if only in that he has found his mentor once more, that he has shown Devil that he has become what it was he had so set out to become and achieved so much of what he had desired in life. He is grown now, aged with time himself and yet he had desired for many years still to see his Alpha perhaps one last time- and perhaps it would be the last time. Risk cannot know such things for sure and indeed some part of himself hopes dearly that this will not be the case. Yet he can see the age upon his King, see the black of his fur turned to grey about his muzzle and flanks- there is a glory in it still, for few ever live to see such an age and Risk is given to remember much of his Leader in his own days of glory, memories that will remain forever untainted and untouched in his mind, days and thoughts of when Devil’s pelt was as black as the night itself and Paracon boarded Trenus and Kings were truly Kings. Some memories do not fade, even if those whom created them grew tired with time. It will be the last time, he knows, he is sure- that the amber of his gaze shall look upon Devil and perhaps some part of himself is a peace with such knowledge, for at least he seems content in his quiet place amongst the stone.

“I owe much of what I am to you. I desired to be like you and I believe in some ways I have. I became every bit the warrior I sought to be so I thank you for that- you will always have my gratitude, for whatever that may be worth.”

The words are soft, easy, gently offered as he sits before his companion still, ears pricked forward to hear the words Devil offers once more. That Niviaq, at least, may still be alive is a pleasing thing and one he will seek to investigate. Perhaps his paws were better turned towards the mountain now, his gaze moving to linger upon it briefly before returned to Devil’s own as he moves to lift himself to his paws once more now.

“I will head to the mountain next, I think. I hope to see you again Devil, whether you choose to believe it or not I owe you much in this life and I will forever answer the call of you or yours should it be needed. There are few Kings deserving to stand as legends in this land, yet to my mind yourself and Heyel stood far above many others. Thank you for being my King- I have had none finer. Though I feel it is goodbye, for now. I wish you well, truly I do. I am pleased to have seen you again.”

A smile of sorts finds itself upon his lips, a soft and easy thing as he moves to step forward once more, to press himself against Devil in an embrace of sorts before that warrior of white and brown steps back again, head dipped a final time in the action of subordinate to Alpha before moving to turn away- to leave Devil in peace until the day he should meet him again- whenever that should be.





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15 Years ~ Lover of None ~ Stalker of None ~ Father to None ~ Sword For Hire