At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on February 23, 2016 at 04:54:20 PM by Tamlin
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The lake gleams in the pale light of morning, light reflecting back as a perfect mirror. Tamlin can see himself on the still surface, and is acutely aware that a bit of the maelstrom of desperation that he has locked inside of himself has escaped. It is evident in his eyes, which are just a touch to wide for the forced calm of his face, the wideness surpassing worry and bordering on shocked desolation. Tamlin is not a hasty creature. Rather, he is a beast of intellect, and he does not allow himself to sink into despair without confirmation. If they are all gone, then he will face the consequences, but until he can be sure, he must be functional. So he does his best to win in the fight against his unproductive emotions, and carefully keeps the vulnerability out of his body language – even if he can't keep it out of his eyes.. He's broken down only once before, and will not allow himself to do so again now. He is a knight and a shield, and he cannot allow himself to falter when hope still remains. Not when someone might be left for him to fail. There is a feeling growing in his gut, the place were careful intellect and data analysis mean nothing next to instinct and intuition. He doesn't know how he can tell, but he knows that one he knews is here anymore. Ambrosia is gone, Venga is gone, and if they did not remain, the others would be gone as well. Hollowly, he agrees with his instincts in this case, but still, he must distract himself. Collect data, review data, confirm findings – these things he must do first. Then and only then can he even begin to contemplate his next move. Duty first, then his own feelings. This won't be the first time he held together the fraying strings of his heart, pushing himself forward with the promise of a later that will never come. Even while deep in thought on the shore, Tamlin remains alert. His dark nose twitches, drawing in the cool watery scent of the lake, the earthy forest smells, the oft-patrolled border of a near by pack. In time, the fresh scent of an approaching canine is blown to his nostrils by a helpful breeze. His ears flick slightly backwards, straining to detect the near-imperceptible sounds of passage made by a skilled warrior, and as the creature closes the distance between them, he is rewarded by the rustling of foliage. Keeping his attention affixed to the approaching paws, Tamlin glances once more into the breeze-ruffled mirror. He tries to perfect his expression, but all he can see is a pair of haunted eyes - why can't he fix those eyes? The cause is lost, so, without furhter orients himself toward this newcomer with a graceful shuffling of stilts. The other male had politely come to the side rather than sneaking up behind him, and stands with his ash-hued paws caressing the lake. Now that the scent is so close in proximity, he can match it to the heady border scent and knows that he is meeting the King of Aurora Borealis pack. Unlike some, he feels no anxiety in the presence of the noble, so used to his own crown, where the title of alpha put him on equal standing with even the greatest of royalty. Nonetheless, he extends his usual courtesy to the man, because it is his nature to be polite. Communication was a skill he had honed during his tenure as alpha, and in his experience, most meetings are the same. So, he prepared himself to slip nto the dance of wary, cautiously polite and seemingly scripted small-talk. But when the stone-hued regal opened his mouth, the words he spoke shattered the script, taking Tamlin by surprise. So what is it that so thoroughly pained your soul, stranger? Tamlin is too smooth to double-take, but the lyrics shake him. He doesn't have time for vulnerability. He hadn't come here to be vulnerable, to be weak. Nothing in his face would have given away the depth of emotion so readily, so it stood to reason that this dark brute had detected his... indiscretion... on the borders of Bright Moon. Tamlin felt his heart clench as he thought of the real answer to the loaded question, but he does not react to the pain. Rather, with a smile just a touch too tremulous to be perfect, he inclines his head to the king, soft voice flowing into the air as he attempts to sweep away his weakness in this unadmirable situation. “Please, don't trouble yourself over me.” He is mindful of his mission, though, and speaks once more, this time more confidently, although the lyrics that paint the still air describe his plight far better than his earlier non-answer, and far more than he would like. “Would you tell me what has happened in the packs? I have been... indisposed, for the past few years, and found things much changed upon my return.” Piercing blue eyes observe the other with intense scrutiny, for the answer to his questions quite literally means the world to Tamlin. |
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