'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)
06-25-2013, 06:18 PM
The massive brown male had heard the summons for his Queen, of course. But it had taken him a long while to approach the Battlefield. He had weighed his choices carefully. Did he wish to approach the place where she might very well lose her throne? The pack that Newt had created was one that he had chosen to join with Morgan, the love of his life. And as cheesy as it sounded, he wanted to be sure that Amenti stayed their home. And he wasn't sure he'd be sticking around if the leadership of the pack changed. Especially if they didn't have beliefs like Newt did. If they weren't going to be putting family first, and looking after their own. Brown ears flicking, Lovatt finally approached the battlefield. There seemed to be many wolves already there, melting from the shadows to watch the battle between Newt and the challenger. Navy eyes focused on the battle between the two figures, and Lovatt noted immediately that Newt looked to be in good shape. Well, comparatively, at least. The brown male felt relieved by that, and he padded up slowly to settle down not too far from the pups, glancing at them fondly for a moment. Perhaps some day, there would be little ones of his own sitting in a place like this, watching curiously as wolves battled. Though hopefully it wouldn't be him or Morgan fighting... The thought made him shudder slightly, and Lovatt twitched his ears as he watched silently, not willing to speak just yet. Would the first home that he had had in years be torn away from him by this challenger? He cared little about the match between Kaios and the other stranger, in all honesty. Lovatt knew of Kaios, knew that Newt had chosen him as her fellow leader, and that was good enough for him, but he would lose far more sleep over Newt losing than Kaios. Maybe it wasn't the nicest thing he had ever thought, but Lovatt had never denied the fact that he was selfish. That the wolves he cared about came first and he would worry about the rest later. Newt had offered him his first home in years. So she mattered to him a great deal more than many wolves, following in behind Morgan in terms of the wolves that he would give his lief to protect. He cared about his Queen. And significantly less so about her partner in leadership. Nervousness flickered in Lovatt's thoughts as he watched the deadly dance with bated breath, fearful of the outcome of this pack challenge and digging his claws into the earth. God, he wanted to help. But Lovatt was not much of a fighter. And he didn't like fighting. Didn't like the aftermath; the wounds and the blood and the death. No, it reminded him far too much of returning home and finding a massacred pack. Was this what his Alpha had looked like while fighting for his life? Speech, |
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