Those who do not move
Do not notice their chains
‘It’s only me.’
Qiturah whimpered, knowing that this would be the end of her, this would be the end of her life, she knew it. Or, rather, the end of both of their loves – Losa and Qiturah. Both Qi’s father and her uncle were warriors, and so she knew what they looked like - and this was one just like they were. His body was toned, sculpted with muscles, and some terrible… Something… drove him, pushed him incessantly to come after her. She knew that he would not appreciate Losa getting in the way, and also that Losa could not stop him. The faeling could only hope that her father had heard her, that for some reason he had yet to go meet Aindreas for the battle… Or perhaps that Aindreas himself had taken a very strange roundabout route to get where he was going and would come across them, after feeling Losa‘s fear. Both were long shots… And she knew it. And so she gave into the despair… but it seemed that but you had something else in store – a savior of the strangest sort. Her prayers had been answered… Sort of. It was indeed a Tempest that saved them, who came to the rescue, cutting the attacker off just before he got to Losa and Qiturah, but it was not Aindreas, nor was it her father, Vladimir. She could only watch in silence as the fight unfolded, with fear and apprehension, adrenaline rushing through her veins in large volumes. The appearance of a second rainbow did nothing to ease it either – this one was also alone. And Zawyne had started crying, started whimpering… They wouldn’t be in this situation if the Arcus Irae had simply gotten one or both of their Tempests to come with them!
Thoughts of the war crossed her mind again, and it made more sense now why they were alone… But still! The war… her father had mentioned briefly that he wished his brother was here to help… His brother… Qiturah’s eyelids narrowed sharply and she studied the two bodies that were hurling themselves are against each other, and found it to be much easier to do that once they had stopped fighting, after they had listened to Zawyne. And he… The Tempest’s physical appearance was just as Vladimir had always described his brother whenever Vladimir spoke about Castiel. Could it… Could it be? After all, grandfather Kalgalath had returned, was it not possible that Castiel had as well? Now that the immediate danger had passed, Losa had started directing the conversation, and Qiturah listened for a moment, but then shut out their voices - they would not listen to what she had to say, adults rarely did except for her own daddy and mommy. And she knew that she was supposed to be here in order to meet Crusoe and Crusoe‘s siblings. That had been the plan… Uless the plan had gone wrong? She wished that somehow, she would be able to know what was going on, if the war had started yet. Some small selfish part of her wanted it to be over already just so that her daddy and mommy would come home and be with them again. They had put Qiturah and her littermates in charge despite the fact that they were still pups… And he found herself not wanting the responsibility, not one bit. Instead of playing around all day, she had to groom the smaller pups, care for them, feed them. And it was a lot of work to fish for her siblings, to get enough food for them to eat, especially since she could only catch small things and had failed miserably at catching birds thus far. Movement caught her eye though, and she shifted her gaze toward it like a homing beacon - it was the one who had attacked her before, the one who had caused Qiturah to be knocked over, who had skinned open her shoulder. With him, the stranger, drawing so much nearer, she ran from between Zawyne and Losa, to directly under Losa’s limbs, and then darted toward the Tempest. Tiny incisors grasped at the hair on his left hind limb, keeping far away from his wounds, trying to get his attention. The femme paused a few times, especially when she heard her name being spoken, but then she went back to trying to get his attention inconspicuously. Qiturah understood that they were talking about her, not at her - it was the way the older wolves always did - seemed to talk about them instead of making plans with them. So she started to whine, and whimper, and finally lifted up her front legs to push on the Tempest‘s shoulder and nuzzled against it slightly, her incisors once again grasping at his hair.
“Mr. Oferweder, is your name Castiel?”
Qiturah | Vladimir x Seraphina | Ziva, AsmundIkuseghan, Roan, Maui, Liora | Pup | Lonely Heart | No Legacy
