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The Once and Present Kings



Gargoyle I

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08-08-2013, 09:05 PM



Burn the land and Boil the Sea; but you can't take the sky from me

The male had only to ask and it would come. First, the news of Maverick's rule and apparently of his marriage. The boy had found himself a lucky girl. Inwardly Gargoyle grinned. Mateship, hmmm? Well that did make him a man. Finding someone who was willing to share a piece of your soul was just about the best thing on this gods forsaken planet. Worth all the trouble that it takes to find. But the talk was quickly to turn sour. Gargoyle had never met Gerhardt, but to hear of these circumstances... was enough to make even a cold brute him feel his heart go out. To be challenged was annoyed. To put it lightly. But... to be challenged by a mate... confusion broke through the male's usually stoney exterior, cracking the mask in the form of a slight, stern frown. With Gerhardt to lead it and Maverick a part of it, Gargoyle had assumed this family to be a nice one. What in the world had pocessed the boy's mother to do something like tha- oh, insanity. That would do it. The red lad's next words could be called nothing but sickening;

"-They fought and in the end she begged him to take her life."

Was it any surprise that Gargoyle felt an clenching in the bottom of his gut. Such a curse... Such a fate... Gargoyle was aware that the world was full of tragedies, but it was one thing when it happened to a twisted wolf who'd chosen a crooked path surrounded by crooked friends. It was enough when it was a happy family turn apart by the unseen coming of ill winds. The male's yellow eyes narrowed, lowering fiercely to the ground. To have to fight with a mate was-was bad enough - but to have her beg to... Gargoyle felt a wave of revolusion wash over him as two eyes- one red and one blue - popped into his mind's eye. His lover. His Ocena. It was ridiculous of course to think that they would ever be put in such a place. For one thing Ocena was no warrior and she was no challenger. But if so some unexplained, unimaginable cruel will of the gods, Gargoyle was placed in such a position... No. No he wouldn't! He couldn't. Even if Ocena were to loose her mind and wish him dead he would much rather die with her than carry on without. Once he had been the sort who would relish in having the gasping, gurgling throat of a fae between his jaws. But that was a different life. A sick, twisted demon burried deep down long ago. He wouldn't wish that upon anyone now. And to even think of... of Ocena? - It made him want to shred his own gums. No! A thousand times: No!

That Gerhardt had chosen to live for his packmates rather than die with his broken heart must have taken strength the likes of which Gargoyle could not understand. He had lost his kingdom, yes. But he still had his family. His love. He would never count himself as unlucky again. "I don't wish to begin to imagine..." he said in a voice that, had it not been coming from him, one would've described as choked. It was too late of course. He already had. And now he had another thought. Up til then his mind had only been on the pain of the mate. But what of the son? Gargoyle looked up at the scarlet king. "What strength it must take, for you to continue on." with a dead mother and a heart-broken father. Sinceretiy was all that was in the male's voice. That sort of character had been beyond him when he was young. When he had lost his family, he had lost his way. Perhaps he would again were he ever to lose them a second time. But at least Maverick had a family of his own now, correct? Or at least the beginings of one? Gargoyle would not press him but he hoped that the subject would eventually drift toward brighter days.







GARGOYLE

41 inches of doberman & timber wolf

been just about everything but a saint