An Evening Meeting
06-18-2013, 12:31 AM
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As Chrysanthe spoke, he listened, not speaking letting her speak her piece. His ears were forward, taking in every word she uttered, mismatched gaze gentle understanding. A faint smile touched his jowls as she spoke that he was like family to her. Family. It was something that had been torn away from him twice. He had found it again, in Erani, and in Valhalla, and he would fight to the death to keep it from being ripped away again. Blood didn?t matter. Her trust in him was a warm ember in his heart. In a way, she was almost like a Niece. He?d watched her grow under Erani?s care, with her siblings, from afar, and had grown to love them just as much as any blood uncle. Chrysanthe continued speaking and he understood all she said. He had asked for a private meeting with her and Aislyn because he knew it would seem too cocky to ask about it at the meeting. She finished, and looked at him for his answer. ?I will only ever leave Valhalla when Death takes me in His paws, whether in battle or in sleep and Old age. Valhalla is my family. And Family is worth fighting for, dying for. I was born in a pack where loyalty and Honor were what drove it?s prosperity. I would sooner die than break my oath of Loyalty to Valhalla.? He gazed into her eyes as he spoke, his honesty plain in the mismatched gold and blue eyes. His heart went into the words. He knew his parents and mentor would be proud if they were there. This was the oath he would have given as a yearling, and with just as much honesty as he gave them now. ?I couldn?t be more honored to serve you and Valhalla, Chrysanthe. Whether as a Beta or an Omega or anywhere in between, I could never be more honored to be a wolf of Valhalla.? His voice was steady, though his tones thrummed with an undercurrent of pride for being a part of this pack. |