Nymeria |
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Kalseru |
Vortigern |
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Moonfeather
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Yuki |
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Viserion, Myrcella
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Eldrax
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Rhaegal, Tychon, Alagai, Paxton, Visenya
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Drogon, Icarus
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Greywind, Rhaenys, Arthfael
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Bastille, Samus
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Dandelion, Semele
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Daenerys, Sleekwing, Tyrion
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Mêlée, AshitakaEmer, Bran, Jabari, Vaella, Cadeyrn, Berwyn, Nerys, Jubilee, Ashur, Reine, Icarus, Kricket, Navarre, Leilani, Jakuta
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Vhagar
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Diveen
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MoonGlow, Alcide, Sorcha, Fjallraven,
Pan, Grayson, Ravenna, Niviaq |
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
- - Nymeria
❥ Pregnant | ^ Pending Promotion | ✘ Stolen | Away
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Posted on July 15, 2021 at 11:18:31 PM by Apollyon
He felt bad the minute the question left his lips because she looked so hurt. Had he come across too harsh? He was just used to saying whatever was on his mind. It's not like others could correct him, right? But somehow it was different with Skyfire. He felt the hurt as if it was he who was spoken to, instead. Sniffing a little to cover up his sudden awkwardness, the male shook out his coat and cleared his throat. He could tell he had thrown her off guard by saying he was royalty. Her mouth gaped open like a fish and he couldn't help but smirk back, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. She was impressed...good. She didn't have much to say about it, but he took that as a compliment. Speechless; he liked the sound of that. A chuckle fell from his lips at her admission that she'd never met a prince before. "Well, now you have." He reminded her. When she asked if she should bow to him, he tilted his head a little as if in thought before replying. "I mean, you don't have to, but I wouldn't say no if you did." There was an extra twinkle of teasing in his eyes when he added that, wondering what she would do with those words. His ears pricked as she started to tell him about her own upbringing and how others weren't born into a role. He couldn't help but scowl. Well, now she was going to think he didn't have to earn his spot and he couldn't have that! He shook his head. "The title won't just be handed to me because of my mother. I still have to fight for the title, like anyone else. My mother just made sure I grew up knowing the responsibilities of an Alpha." Even though she was smirking, he couldn't help but hold himself up straight, not wanting her to think any less of him. What if she thought he was just handed everything and didn't have to do anything in return? She might think him lazy or something! Unacceptable! She mentioned her grandmother and he raised a brow expectantly, listening before he offered his own insight. "That's true, but it doesn't mean you can't be proud of the blood that runs through your veins. My mother didn't grow up royalty. She came up from nothing to become an Alpha, but she wanted better for her children." His ears pricked again to full attention when she started to talk about her grandmother, somehow eager to know more about her history. When her voice trailed off, his ears flicked back and his expression softened a little in concern. She looked upset and he didn't like it. She went on to say everyone deserted them and his tail lowered in sadness for her story. A soft sigh fell from his lips. She said she lost everything and he scowled again. Why did he want to correct her and tell her that she still had him? It wasn't like he was anything to her. An acquaintance maybe? A friend-in-the-making? When she looked at him, he thought he even saw her eyes glistening and something inside him tore to see her so emotional. Why did he suddenly want to tear heaven and earth apart just to make her smile? He shifted his weight in his discomfort. But then she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, asking if she was going to lose him too. He looked at her in confusion before following her gaze to the setting sun. A slow smirk pulled across his lips as he scoffed. "I don't have a curfew, you know. I'm practically an adult." She went on to tell him he should probably get home, though, saying the pack would be beside themselves if they lost him. He shook his head. "I don't go down that easily." He said with a sly wink as his tail gave a slow wag. As she started to walk, the male wolf found himself falling into step with her, one ear flicking toward her as she said she could walk him to the borders. Deciding it was probably best to not overstay his welcome, the male accepted his fate this time and nodded. "Okay, I think I can handle it from there." He offered a small smile. He had actually enjoyed himself with her. How did that happen? And why did he feel so reluctant to leave? He knew it had nothing to do with the mountainous range around him and way more to do with the female walking beside him. When she suddenly admitted she had fun, his eyes lit up with happiness. Then her voice got hesitant and he turned more of his gaze over to her, curious of this sudden awkwardness. At her question of whether they could see each other again, he couldn't help but nod. "I'd like that, Skyfire." Apollyon male.2 years old.38in, 172#.born to Avery X Arkane.brother to Ontari&Raz.bound to Skyfire.not mated.father to none.Prince of Iromar |
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