Hold back the fear
A season had passed, come and gone like the wind. Again and again his life would be thrown out of the balance. It would tear him apart, bit by bit and at every twist and turn it almost felt like he wasn't ready to face the wind. The male's paws spread out into the snow in the forest, breathing out in clouds in the early morning. Nothing but the cold feeling on his back and the singing of birds in his ears. If it weren't for the fact he had been swept away by that storm... he probably would still be at a stand still in a pack full of vikings. The mark still worn on his eye, he still believed he could do something of himself with that. Let the gods bless him that much, they wouldn't abandon a man who had lost so much underneath power that was not of his own. Vereux knew that much, and he didn't care who could argue with that. He had nothing left - so there wasn't much to look at. At least this time he had come back much stronger. Not a slave broken in on bones, which he was certain he didn't want to go through again. Single emerald eye looking about, he thought he had scented her nearby. His only friend, and he wasn't aware of what had transpired since he was gone. He didn't know what happened to Arian, he didn't know anything at all. Maybe he'd be in for a rude awakening, but what did a pack wolf do when he sought out some sort of companionship in his broken life. Plus, with heart strings on a wire. He had to be careful who he associated himself with or it would cause him his death.
Vereux longed to see Avalon again, and he knew it was that much that he needed a new home. Where ever she was, had to be a nice place to be. If anything at all, the young Armada was growing older. No longer a lost boy in the woods, his memories was filled with only being alone, only being left behind. With some sort of expectation of him to be this perfect being that he clearly was now. He lashed his tail back and forth, digging his nose into the snow as he lowered his head. Praying silently to himself - hoping that she would be here. And trusting himself enough he could at least defend himself should someone want to take him away.
“I speak” |