Together We Stand {Bass Family}
06-11-2016, 03:36 PM
It was time to face the facts. Wren had left after finally coming home, and that was the end of it. She wouldn't be coming back to him, and he needed to realize that. He still woke up at every sound outside of his den, longing for it to be his mate returning to him. But time after time he had been disappointed. He couldn't keep waiting like this, and it was time that they all moved on. It wasn't like he was going to start looking for a new mate, but he was lonely. He had thought that Wren had been his soul mate, his one and only. But had she even loved him? Or had it been the pack that had attracted her to him? After all, they did meet on the eve he claimed Abaven. After that she had been spotty at best, the only time that they had even been intimate with each other was the two times that they produced children. Had he been fooling himself this whole time? They were all questions that he would most likely never know the answer to.
Bass padded out of pack lands, settling in the nearby young forest. Tipping his head up, he let out a howl for his kids and his sister. They needed a little family get together, which is why he was calling them away from Abaven. Starling had wandered off after getting into a fight with both himself and Finch, and he hadn't heard from him since. He didn't even know if Sparrow had been sticking around after their talk. But for once he just wanted to gather them all up and talk to them about things, connect with them on a more parental level instead of as their alpha. Truth be told, he missed them. In a time like this, he needed his family the most. If only he had been calling more of his litter mates, but Harmony was the only one that remained. Taking a deep breath, he sat down on the fresh, thin layer of snow and waited. This was not going to be the most fun discussion, but he figured that all the kids already knew that their mother wasn't coming home. Maybe they could all go out on a hunt or something after this. Anything to get his mind off of the lingering sadness.
"SPEAK!" -- "SPEAK ITALIAN!"
06-11-2016, 05:38 PM
Somewhere in the distance a howl rang out. It sounded like it came from beyond Abaven's borders and so for several long moments Pipit remained where he was. He was on the verge of tuning it out, of ignoring it completely because it didn't pertain to him, and then the familiarity of the caller's voice registered and Pipit's ears pricked in interest. His first reaction was surprise -why was only the family being called?- and then a mixture of wariness and worry, a fear for those family members who currently wandered, before he finally settled on what he considered a reasonable medium. Considering the currently fractured state of their family, he shouldn't have been too caught off guard by the call. It was about time for a family meeting. They had plenty to discuss.
After hauling himself to his feet the stout brute shook out his coat and scattered leaf litter and dirt every which way. He stretched, forepaws flung as far forward as he could reach and then after straightening, one at a time snapped out each hind foot for an equally reaching backwards stretch. For reason he couldn't quite place the brute lingered a few more seconds before finally ambling off in the direction of the Nook. Perhaps he was a bit nervous. The last time he'd been summoned for something his mother had reappeared and, per the norm, some of his siblings had felt it necessary to show their displeasure with dramatic displays. He wasn't sure how much more he could take of it, really. Not for one second did they think this family meeting would be any different.
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"Dad," he rumbled upon laying eyes on the waiting Destruction patriarch. His gaze darted away as he sought to see if anyone else had arrived. Upon seeing none, he said in a low voice, "I hope all is well." While not a question itself there was no missing the query behind his statement. Was everything alright? Not just in the sense of an emergency, like with what had happened to his sister, but emotionally. Personally. Was Bass alright?
After hauling himself to his feet the stout brute shook out his coat and scattered leaf litter and dirt every which way. He stretched, forepaws flung as far forward as he could reach and then after straightening, one at a time snapped out each hind foot for an equally reaching backwards stretch. For reason he couldn't quite place the brute lingered a few more seconds before finally ambling off in the direction of the Nook. Perhaps he was a bit nervous. The last time he'd been summoned for something his mother had reappeared and, per the norm, some of his siblings had felt it necessary to show their displeasure with dramatic displays. He wasn't sure how much more he could take of it, really. Not for one second did they think this family meeting would be any different.
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"Dad," he rumbled upon laying eyes on the waiting Destruction patriarch. His gaze darted away as he sought to see if anyone else had arrived. Upon seeing none, he said in a low voice, "I hope all is well." While not a question itself there was no missing the query behind his statement. Was everything alright? Not just in the sense of an emergency, like with what had happened to his sister, but emotionally. Personally. Was Bass alright?