White Wedding
06-20-2013, 05:55 PM
He didn't really know where he was going, all he knew was Gerhardt was wedding his son to a princess in a far away land. It was in Valhalla, that pack that pretty woman he had met resided in. She was so gorgeous, and so interesting. He wondered if he would see her here? That was the main reason why he wanted to come, well, and to see the wedding. He didn't know anyone here though, besides that girl and his cousins. But he was confident he would make a few more friends today. When Gerhardt and Maverick parted he chose to stay behind, hoping he would see Chrysanthe somewhere in the crowd. Little did he know she was actually the alpha of Valhalla. Head spun around and around as he searched for her, but she was no where to be found. Now he felt lost, he couldn't find Gerhardt either. There were so many wolves here, and he only knew three of them out of possibly 100. He sighed, eyes closing for a moment. Why had he strayed away from Gerhardt? He opened them, head tilting up to look out before the crowd. There! Further out in the crowd he saw Gerhardt, huddled around a group of wolves consisting of Maverick and a few lady's. He wasted no time making his way up there, he was tired of being frantic and alone. "Gerhardt, I lost you for a moment." He offered his cousin a smile, and turned toward the crowd, and what he saw almost made his jaw drop. Chrysanthe. He wanted to say something, but he wouldn't, he couldn't. He didn't want to interrupt the wedding too much, after all this was Maverick's day, not his. Italian Accent Speech, |
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