It was crazy to think that Azzy might have been right… She had left Iromar when Aster had given up Iromar in favor of Asteraia, the moment I came back from Asteraia of course… but my life again in Iromar had been cut short by the very male she was worried about and didn’t want to be around. Blackthorne… He was quite loud and clear about who was taking over the pack when he had done so and had them all run off. I was so angry, I couldn’t even find Lazarus before I even was chased out of my birth home. It didn’t matter much to me anymore… Lazarus and Aster had been who I dedicated myself too, but after that day… I really did worry about my sister. He was crazy. He had taken pups prisoner to achieve his ends and he was just bad as she said. I was taking her word for it… after all he was attached to her in a way and I couldn’t imagine why fate deemed them to be soul mates.
So after the fall I had taken some time to track down Lazarus, only to find his scent trail, and that of Aster and her family go into Taviora. I didn’t enter, it was with a smile on my scarred face that I turned away knowing he was safe there without me. He liked that Zelda woman, we had time to talk and chill at that ball and while I didn’t know the relationship exactly he certainly was smitten with her. I didn’t know if it was reciprocated or not, but what I did know was Taviora was a safe stable place for him and sis needed me a little more right now. I promised later I would go to Laz and explain myself to him or at least tell him what was going on. I felt a bit like a traitor. After all I had served their family for as long as I could remember, but I had a duty to my family too.
After he had been assured, I had gone to Asteraia, but before I even made it there it too had been taken over. Part of me wondered if Blackthorne had a role to play in it… perhaps I was paranoid. It seemed a crazy coincidence though that Azzy’s home had been taken over. Now I don’t know where she had gone. She mentioned going to train with the angels… and I guess our ‘ancestral’ home or whatever was the next best place. More time had passed though, and i hadn’t gone there, not yet at least, I wanted to scope things out myself and learn what I could before going to Azariah and becoming her protector from this creep and everything else going on.
So here I was, scouting the lands around Iromar, following their wolves scent. My bad eye was closed skimming the lands while my nose was hard at work following the scent trail of an Iromar wolf that seemed to pass through here recently. Though it wasn’t alone either. Taviora? My brows knit annoyed and curious mixed and my hackles raised. My strides extended, quickening my pace until I spotted the brown wolf. Silently I observe him for a second, keeping myself mostly concealed my good eye narrowed on him but my body ready for anything. The wind wasn’t in my favor, but I was pretty sure it was the Tavioran wolf, it was the fresher of the two scents after all. Didn’t seem like he was up to anything unusual.
”Hey you!” I barked at him, coming out from the trees, my damaged eye still closed while my good one remained on him. My athletic form still, tense and ready incase he wasn’t as friendly as I hear those Taviorans usually are. Pushover’s I figure, they favor peace and harmony but sometimes things just don’t work out that way. Not that I think that war and anger solved issues either. Still… once I have his attention I continue on. ”You a Tavioran? What are you doing tracking this scent?” For clearly he was following it just as I had been. Maybe we could help each other, or maybe I had just found a snake in the grass to be removed...