You Never Know Who You Might Bump Into

*Creed* · 09-21-2015, 12:44 PM

If his tail was anything to go by, Creed was in a wonderful mood. The soft swishing of his tail was just a testament to how pleased he was to have run into an old friend. Even if they hadn't run into each other very often when they were younger, all his memories of her with fond ones and no one would find him complaining about it. He'd expected to return and not recognize a single wolf. After all that had happened, and with all the years that had gone by, who would expect any different?

“You weren’t that little of a lad.”

He snorted softly shaking his head with a bemused look. Perhaps he hadn't been so little, he'd been a rather large pup, but even then he'd been quite little compared to how he was now. He'd filled out a lot and grown into the large paws and the mass amount of fluff he'd had as a child. Of course that was nothing compared to how much she'd grown. It had been expected he'd get quite large, but after looking at her, he would have never suspected she'd grow to his height as well. It was a pleasant surprise.

Teal eyes took note of the exuberant mood she displayed when he asked what all he'd missed. His lips pulled back in a soft grin as he amused himself with her excitement for a moment before he settled on his own haunches ready for a story. Thickly furred ears flicked forward to listen as she began to speak trying to find the exact words to start off with.

At the mention of Isardis' name the corners of his lips tugged into a frown but he said nothing. He'd known the male was chaotic in nature, but he'd never viewed it for himself. His family had cleared out after the two usurpers of the Adravendi line, Eos and Syrinx, had overthrown Gargoyle. He hadn't actually left the lands of Alacritia until he'd heard the rumors of everything being tossed into turmoil. He'd had no idea they'd gone after Valhalla though. The thought left an acrid taste in his mouth and he shifted the weight on his front paws anxiously, ready to hear what had happened.

So he listened intently as she explained the siege over something as silly as wanting a she-wolf, and the continuing of the battle for prisoners. All of it left a bitter feeling as he listened as he felt somewhat guilty he'd been gone by that point. Glaciem may not have been his home at that point, but he could still remember the vow he'd made to himself. That one day he'd come back and reclaim Glaciem for his family. It'd been a pup's dream, but it didn't keep him from feeling rather guilty about it. He didn't dwell on it though.

Instead he was more interested on the tale of the fight. He remembered Seracia vaguely and was just trying to remember if he had ever met a wolf named Bronze, when she mentioned Valhalla had taken prisoners. He raised an eyebrow in confusion but didn't dare interrupt her. Instead the thought was thrown to the wind, taken as nothing more than what had been necessary at the time, and he continued to listen. When she dipped her snout for him to look at he eyed it more closely. He'd already noticed them earlier, but he was curious enough to study them a bit better before she pressed onward with her remembrance of past events.

She told of how Valhalla lost the siege and how the girl they'd been fighting for had stayed with Glaciem. His face flickered with irritation at the thought of betrayal from the girl that Valhalla had suffered so much for, but he kept his teeth clamped shut and instead was surprised to hear that Valhalla had moved. She spoke of her mother, illness, and then becoming a Beta for Valhalla. He didn't miss her note of pride and he smiled softly, proud of her achievement.

The pride in her voice disappeared as she recalled yet another challenge for Valhalla. He was pleased to hear that had been reborn once more, but his pleasure didn't last long as she spoke of a plague. He soon realized how fortunate he'd been in avoiding all of this, but his heart lay heavy. He would have liked to have helped Surreal and her family. To hear Valhalla had fallen again to a female made his chest tighten. He hadn't ever lived in Valhalla, but to him it had been associated to Glaciem before it had fallen to ill paws. It had been his last link to home in his mind.

He was surprised to hear she'd taken a mate. He stored the name, Falk, into his memory for later so that he would remember the wolf if he ever ran into him. He cringed to hear the rest of her story, of how her mate had been blinded when he made a reckless decision. He felt sympathy for the friend before him though. Blindness was not an easy thing to deal with and to be a mother as well as having to take care of her mate... he could imagine it was a patience-testing time.

She reached the final pats of her story and he grinned softly at her pleasure in telling him that Arcanum had been crushed by another pack. So that explained why there were no longer any pack scents here. Other than Surreal's scent and other loners the place was pretty vacant. His eyes made contact with hers and he smiled softly, wagging his tail with the gesture, as she told him she intended on reviving Valhalla under a different name, Celestial.

But now it seemed it was his turn, as she expected him to recount his past few years. He grinned softly and looked up, as though it would help him recount old memories. He shifted his weight once more and curled his tail around his side before looking back at her.

"My tale isn' grand to be honest. For th' most part it was jest a lot a' travelin'. Ma an' Pa were old an' it took a toll on Ma th' most as she was older than Pa. We Became Tortugans for a while. Gargoyle continued to lead us for a time. For a time everythin' was peaceful. Moun' Volkan wasn' like Glaciem, but it was home. It took a toll on my Pa though. Due to th' old eruption at Moun' Animi he came down wi' ptsd an' Ah knew it killed him to reside so close to another volcano. My brother's Cross an' Crucible, well ah dunno know wha' happened to Crucible, but Cross an' Ah traveled wi' each other for a time efter our parents passed. We moved awa' from th' chaos of Alacritia, though Ah'm beginnin' to wish Ah hadn'. It seems Ah coulda been around to help if Ah had been here." He finished rather bitterly, upset that he hadn't been around to help.

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