I’ve got some splanin to do
Acere
Acere
Master Fighter (275)
Master Intellectual (245)
Knight
age
13+ Years
13+ Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
131
131
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
08-24-2020, 11:03 PM
It hadn't been long since the end of the raid against Ashen. A couple days at most, and this time...Winterfell had emerged victorious. He had expected more of a fight but considering he hadn't seen Hannibal there, perhaps the pack wasn't what he expected. He had to hand it to Deathbelle though, she had been a formidable opponent and a skilled fighter. She had bested him, but it still hadn't been enough to secure a win for her pack. He gazed over the lands from the top of the ship, finally feeling a sense of relief and freedom in a sense now that he was no longer bonded to the debt to Hjarrandi. He took a deep breath, and just as he released it, a howl sounded across the territory and his head turned in the direction that it came from. It...sounded both familiar, and yet...unfamiliar...like he knew who it was and who it should be, but somewhat foreign...a few moments after it died away, it hit him. Arcticus? His heart pounded in his chest as he wasted no time. He was on his feet in seconds and racing across the ship, practically flying down the steps and nearly sliding across the deck as his paws scrabbled to get him to his son. Once he hit the snow, he sent it flying as he raced easily across the ground, the hopeful father running as fast as he could to meet his long lost son. Had he truly returned? Or was he just imagining things? The answer came when he spotted that familiar form that had been burned in his memory since his child birth. He did not slow down, and instead, raced right towards his son. Arcticus was just about as big as he was now, and he didn't think he'd be able to restrain himself as he practically collided into him with a hug. "Arcticus!? It's really you, isn't it? I've missed you so much!" He didn't care if he sounded emotional or if anyone else saw him so raw with emotion. His son had disappeared with Heloise, and each day that passed that they were gone, he hoped and prayed that someday, he'd see them again. Or at the very least...his son. |
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