FAR BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT
10-01-2013, 01:43 AM
He was out of Glaciem for good. He would never set foot in the northern region for the rest of his life. Or at least, that's what he trying to convince himself of. He had no reason to go back...no reason that he wanted to admit. He'd left because he was sick of his father and the way that he was running things, but there was another reason he'd left...Argent. Taurig had never pictured himself falling for a woman or developing any kind of romantic feelings. He'd always been so dedicated to his job, to training, that he had never thought himself capable of having time to dedicate to someone else. But he had proven himself wrong. Sort of. Argent was the duchess of Glaciem, but she was a warrior, just like him. And she had trained him, somewhat fought with him. She was a beautiful woman and reminded him much of the women back in his birth pack. Perhaps that simple fact about her was what made him fall for her. Or maybe because she showed a tiny bit of interest in him and he allowed himself to return the feelings. But it had been a wrong move. Very wrong. Though now in his own pack, the cobalt King hadn't been able to shake his early morning habit of patrolling the borders. It was all he had done in Glaciem and it was something that he had brought with him to Tortuga. It wasn't the ebst habit to have, but when you were the King of a new pack there was no telling who was plotting out there against him, especially when one of the packs belonged to an estranged bastard of a father. Powerful ebony limbs would pull the titan through the lands, icy gems flickering across the darkened morning landscape. Torn nostrils would flare, inhaling the chilled fresh air, bringing along with it a scent that he thought he would never cross again in his life. Pace was brought to an abrupt halt, the organ in his chest freezing mid-beat. Argent. What was she doing here? Isardis had specifically told her and Sendoa that they were forbidden to ever set paw here, and yet here she was. Or was it simply a figment of his imagination? It couldn't be. He could feel the bite of the morning air against his thick coat, so Argent's scent had to be real. Needing to confirm, Taurig would spur himself forward at an easy lope, weaving through the timbers as he closed in on the origin of the duchess' scent. It wasn't a figment of his imagination. She was really there. Her silver figure was unmistakable. He would always recognize her. The king would slow down to a quiet walk, moving through the shadows until there was only a few feet between himself and Argent, his heart racing and drumming hard against his ribcage. What was she doing here? She appeared to be waiting for someone, but who? Surely she wasn't waiting for him...Was she? Argent? Lyrics would be a hushed whisper, unbelieving in nature, still not convinced that she was truly here. Limbs were locked in place, his dark coat blending nearly perfectly into the darkness, his icy eyes the only thing detectable in the shadows. Talk like this |