Flipsy Flopsy
Ganta gave a small nod at her musings; it was true. Good or bad his parents would never truly leave him. By Sin he was a Hellstrom… but his children would never know their grandfather’s deeds. Ganta was going to fight to protect them… whenever he might have them of course. Goodness, wasn’t someone getting ahead of themselves? Ganta shook his head with wonder; he didn’t even exactly have a mate! I mean sure, there was Roza, but he didn’t want to force anything upon her especially if it wasn’t the same level of love she felt! Was it really… love? His feelings were all confused with her… but he knew one thing. Roza was his friend… and he’d fight to the death to protect her.
But at least for now he could distract himself with the pack he’d envisioned, sharing the idea with Caelum and maybe even getting some pointers or encouragement allong the way. “I’m not entirely sure when it’ll be born…” Ganta confessed softly. “But the name of this pack is Dragoste. It is a word that means Love… for Love, Loyalty, Trust, and being who you are will be what Dragoste stands for.” Ganta’s ghostly gaze scanned the area around them, almost seeming to hold a far off look to them. “I know that there will need to be someone at the head of each specialty… but wolves can be who they are in Dragoste. If they are a healer they will never have to fight, for I, as their Primul Lider, would fight in their stead. There will be fighters, sure, to protect our friends, but none that are forced to fight against their will.” Ganta paused.
“I want Dragoste to be a safe place… for my friends, my new family… I’m giving it all to make sure everyone can live as they will in such a pack, without fear, without worry. It puts a heavy burden on my shoulders, I know, but I am more than willing to bear it.” Ganta gave a lighthearted chuckle. “So far my only recruit is my good friend Roza… but she alone is worth protecting and fighting an army for. I want all the wolves of Dragoste to feel that sense of care… to know that their leader will stand for them when they are weak, or mend them when they are broken.” Ganta took a breath.
“It will be a utopia… a place of festivals and fun too. We will not war… but we won’t turn a blind eye to those in need. The last thing Dragoste stands for is justice... to carve wickedness away from our friends and family. Together we are strong, we are more than a unit… We are one. We ARE Dragoste. Together we won’t fall.” Ganta let out his breath now. “Though I’m sure you’re probably thinking to yourself how naive I sound. I know it sounds that way… but this is truly the pack I long to create and will give my life to do so.” |
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