There Came A Knocking At My Door... [Gerhardt]
04-14-2013, 06:09 PM
ooc; dated after his divorce and realization that Adette attempted killing herself.
Everything about him felt desolate, empty. He was not sure he'd ever get over this. How did one go about getting over leaving their love, the love they had purposely severed and then subsequently almost lost to a river? Still, Gerhardt knew every day he was stronger. He had been taken to the place where she'd tried to kill herself, only to find her gone. No wolf would move a dead body, there was no reason to, she must've been alive and taken in by someone, but Gerhardt knew not who. He almost wished he could pay his respects to her, to see that she was alright and safe wherever she was, but he felt as if he owed her, and would stay away if that's what she wanted. She needed her space, as did he. Not to mention he wasn't certain he could ever look upon her face again after knowing what he now knew.
He was safely back in his home, the man Rum was gone, and things would finally start getting back to normal. Normal, what was that, anyway? Gerhardt was sure things would be far from normal for a while, but he had planning to do all the same. Ludicael would be storming the borders in a few days for the makings of an alliance, and Gerhardt had little time to waste thinking about his own problems. Besides, there was another problem he needed to focus upon. Someone was at his borders. Not a call had been given, which meant the wolf was either mute, insolent, or foolish. Either one of the three was not a good thing to be labeled, but one or two were better than the others. The King pivoted and moved toward the scent drifting toward him, finding it to be feminine. A pang hit him in the chest, but he pressed on, he could not think of Adette every time a woman's scent crossed him. He would go mad if he did.
"Ah hello, I am King Gerhardt of Seracia - on whose borders you stand. What brings you here, my lady?" Words took on more of their charm and eloquence than they had in the past few days, he was getting back to his old self, or what was left of it.
"Speech"
Everything about him felt desolate, empty. He was not sure he'd ever get over this. How did one go about getting over leaving their love, the love they had purposely severed and then subsequently almost lost to a river? Still, Gerhardt knew every day he was stronger. He had been taken to the place where she'd tried to kill herself, only to find her gone. No wolf would move a dead body, there was no reason to, she must've been alive and taken in by someone, but Gerhardt knew not who. He almost wished he could pay his respects to her, to see that she was alright and safe wherever she was, but he felt as if he owed her, and would stay away if that's what she wanted. She needed her space, as did he. Not to mention he wasn't certain he could ever look upon her face again after knowing what he now knew.
He was safely back in his home, the man Rum was gone, and things would finally start getting back to normal. Normal, what was that, anyway? Gerhardt was sure things would be far from normal for a while, but he had planning to do all the same. Ludicael would be storming the borders in a few days for the makings of an alliance, and Gerhardt had little time to waste thinking about his own problems. Besides, there was another problem he needed to focus upon. Someone was at his borders. Not a call had been given, which meant the wolf was either mute, insolent, or foolish. Either one of the three was not a good thing to be labeled, but one or two were better than the others. The King pivoted and moved toward the scent drifting toward him, finding it to be feminine. A pang hit him in the chest, but he pressed on, he could not think of Adette every time a woman's scent crossed him. He would go mad if he did.
"Ah hello, I am King Gerhardt of Seracia - on whose borders you stand. What brings you here, my lady?" Words took on more of their charm and eloquence than they had in the past few days, he was getting back to his old self, or what was left of it.
"Speech"
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