i will love you till the end of t i m e
07-04-2013, 03:20 PM
Masqurading as a man with a reason My charade is the Event of the season I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ Honestly, Gargoyle was adjusting just fine. He'd traveled so much in his life, seen so many places, that his heart didn't start bleeding whenever he had to move somewhere else. Of course he didn't go around flinging flowers in the air, he was aware that he had to be sensitive to those like Crusade and Cifer who's lives had been tied to the tundra and feilds of snow for so long. On the other hand, though, he was still leader. Still a Chief. He had to lead by an example of acceptance and living. More than living, thriving. There were the wolves that kept going no matter what! Migrations, quakes, hell a volcano, challenges, lost leaders, bears - Anything! it was hard not to feel as though the collective soul of these wolves was immortal. However much they might be beaten down, they helped eachother stand back up in the end. It was an honor to be a part of that. An honor to hear how many of his packmates- his family - had simply walked out of the presence of the challenger - preferring to be rogues if need be rather than follow the ambitions of a she-wolf who'd attacked their leader. But most of all, he was honored by the mate who'd staid by his side. Ocena... he wanted to find her. His day was not complete until he'd seen her. And it was then that the howl came. He knew it at once. She was calling to him! The male had been working hard and his wounds were all but healed now. There would be a terrible patch of scar on the inside of his left leg, but his neck and belly and face were just about back to normal. Aided by the shedding and fresh growth of fur that came with the sudden warmth of spring. A warm spring. It was refreshing. Of course, whenever he got to missing the snow, all he had to do was gain a little altitude. Which is what he did now anyway. Paws beat upon the loam and stone and soil, pushing him higher up the slopes and away towards the direction of the howl's source. He'd been busy sketching out borders for the new territory, but he would put anything aside for Ocena. He sang out a howl as he caught sight of her but didn't bother slowing down til he was little less than a yard away. He went in for a nose bump and let a happy rumble drag out of his healing throat. "Hello, beautiful." If she was feeling cuddly, he wrap his neck round her head and let his chin fur brush her cheek. "Tell me truly," he said pulling back just slightly, "What do you think of the new home?" Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you Cry No More |