Manifest Destiny (old Glaciems)
07-05-2013, 07:06 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: ~*~ The words from Crusade, went from teasing, to thankful, to... shocking. He - he hadn't known. Here he'd been thinking of nothing but his own wounds. He thought he'd succeeded in finding a new home before danger struck. But that wasn't true. He'd already failed one of his packmates, and Ithurial... He'd taken a real liking to the pup. And her to him if calling him 'Daddy' was anything to by. He knew Orica already loved her. But... she'd been blinded? Gods above... Thank goodness for Awaken, and thank goodness for Crusade. No wolf could've delivered it better. The northern beast had collected himself before any of the others started arriving. "Thank the gods she's okay," was all he had time to murmur. They were words drawn from a stiff, heavy chest. But the presence of more packmates helped. In came Kaala, to whom Gargoyle gave a nod of the head. He noticed she seemed shaken. "Seems you get to be a part of Glaciem and Tortuga now," he rumbled. He hoped that an easy gaze and a gentle word was what she needed. Anyway, there would be more talk when the rest of the wolves rolled in. And next, ah, next was his beautiful wife. She came in helping to herd more of the pups that would all be yearling soon after the next season change. There was Galileo, and just behind them Gargoyle could see Tiber, Keki's son. When Ocena settled at his side, Gargoyle leaned over to rub the top of his chin on her skull. He never lost the chance to caress the she-wolf he so loved, and this touch was more than just a casual nudge, it was a message that all would be well. Then it was that the earth began to tremble a bit, but Gargoyle knew that tread. "Zanire," he called out as the honey bear strode into view. He was half amazed, a bear, traveling this far for a family of wolves. But then, she'd already surprised him many times. "It's good to see you," he rumbled. But what he meant was, 'it's an honor to see you're still with us.' No doubt more would be coming, but that next scent was a foreign one. Gargoyle rose to his feet slowly, peering into the shades of brush and stone as a white stranger made his way up the slope. Of course Gargoyle thoughts had raced first to the other white stranger- but no this was not him. This male, he smelled of the land they trod upon. This was a native Tortugan, and more than that, he bore a pup. Gargoyle displayed no sign of aggression. Of course, Gargoyle didn't usually show much of anything. "May I speak with you for a moment?" The stranger spoke. Gargoyle took a few strides forward, but remained before the rank and file of his own that had come. "Those that come in peace are more than welcome to a voice," the Chief said in simple, low tones. He was wary but respectful enough. He highly doubted anyone baring a pup was looking for trouble, and certainly not from a gathering of wolves and one bear. Perhaps the wolves here were no longer Glaciems by name, but they retained the same policy of goodwill to those who meant them no harm, and shelter to those who needed it. If Tortuga had indeed scattered, it was possible this male was just looking for answers. "Speech." 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 |
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