Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]
07-02-2013, 02:57 PM
The children. Ah, they had been born and there was very little time the old man was not around them. They were steadily growing from tiny little gray fluff balls into somewhat bigger fluff balls with markings. They were oddly marked too. They shared colors from both parents. All of them. Some opposite than each other, some very similar, and yet there were obvious differences between them. Some more prominent than others. This litter would be different. He could feel it in his aging bones. The eight year old would spend the rest of his time training heirs to the throne and just enjoying his family life. After that he would lay his crown to rest and then die once someone was able to take over. Desdemona was already doing a fine job. There wasn't much more left for him to do except share his wisdom. There was a change in plans now. A change in the system that was oddly confusing. He'd been locked away from the world, letting Desdemona control things head on while he stayed with his family. Other than the duties that came with caring for his family he wasn't doing too awful much around the place. It seemed as though he had no choice now. With that the beast arose from his den and slipped out quietly. He traveled amiably to the Northern parts of the land and there he found a crowd of Newt's wolves. Amenti, yes it wasn't all of them. His brain began to calculate conclusions as to why they were all here. Why was Tortuga being called? Why wasn't it in Amenti lands? News hadn't reached his ears, so he was confused, and yet he wouldn't jump to conclusions. Not yet. No. Instead he'd ask and listen carefully before figuring out what to do from there. Slender legs propelled him through the crowd and brought him to the considerably larger wolf. The man looked at the girl over a head taller than him and attempted to give her a comforting nuzzle before pulling his head back to cock his head to the side. Ears pricked forward and he dared asked the question that had lain dormant in his head. Such a dejected face on her, what else could it be? "What has happened doll? Why such a dejected and vehement look on pretty face as yours is? What does it have to do with ours packs?" "Speech" |
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