Troublemaker

*Sarak* · 06-27-2013, 09:50 AM

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Sarak

Azalea admonished him for shrugging, before adding that she liked sparring, emphasizing with a jump that took her past him, whereupon she took the lead. Moss green eyes watched her before he decided that they were close enough to the Borders to be safe. A call for help would travel fast from here. He glanced around at the surroundings, ears back to listen for anything coming behind. This paranoia would likely be a part of his psyche for the rest of his life.

Azalea, however, showed none of the paranoia he had. She padded on, chattering. A faint smile tugged at his muzzle as he listened, taking note. He?d seen purple flowers before. He seemed to recall that some were poisons that made an Assassin?s job easier. He?d pushed that knowledge away after he?d learned the better parts of life. Valhalla. Did he like it? Yes. ?I don?t think I would be alive if I weren't in Valhalla.? The mutter was more a thought voiced aloud than directed at her. He knew he wouldn?t be. He would have gone back to Blackmoon, and been killed for his failure at the mission that would have given him a warrior name.

She liked him? Moss green eyes blinked at her as she glanced over her shoulder at him. ?I like you, too.? His expression matched hers, but he felt a warm sensation somewhere in his middle, a sensation he was still getting used to. It happened now and then, usually when he was watching the family lives of the pack, happy mates and gamboling pups. Pleasure. Happiness. His tail gave a sway. Before he had come to Valhalla, his tail had never wagged. Tucked in submission, fear, or hung limp, or held out for balance, but never wagged. Another first, in a whole line of firsts since Valhalla had shown him mercy.

He ducked his head. He knew part of cleansing himself and seeing a future would be telling his story, perhaps to one wolf, or maybe to the whole pack. But he would have to tell it? Someday. It would help the pack, if they knew more about the Blackmoon Pack, should the pack ever attack Valhalla. He knew the secrets, the customs, the rules. They were all drilled into pups who managed to survive the fight that would decide who stayed alive to serve, and who was killed.

But not yet. He still feared what they would say. What Azalea would say. Erani and Cairo he trusted. They were the ones to show him mercy, even knowing where he was from. Even knowing what his pack had done to Erani?s family. He trusted Azalea, too, but still, he feared. He had never had a friend. His siblings could hardly be called friends, except maybe Yssamega.

They were very close to the borders now. He could smell the sweet scent of home. He padded up to walk alongside Azalea. ?I like? Night time.? Getting his likes out of him would be like pulling teeth that were healthy and didn?t need pulling. If she pressed, and made him think more, she?d get more. And someday, she would get his story.

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