You Went Away

He hadn't meant to abandon her, if you could call it that. He had told her he would give Valhalla a chance and maybe as a result give her a chance. But give her a chance at what? The ivory knight had spoken those words, he knew because he remembered, but when he'd met Desdemona, his mind had switched. He had no ties to the Valhalla pack, even if he had told the clay-faced youth he would accompany her. It was just the connection he felt with his she-twin was undeniable, at least on his side, and he wanted to go everywhere she went, even if it meant joining a different pack than he had originally thought to.


The young cream clay colored she-wolf, Chrysanthe as was her name, had been pushed aside for the moment, his thoughts enveloped in the beautiful warrior he'd come to consider a friend. It was only when he took his own time to himself away from Des, despite the aching feeling in his chest as being seperated from her, that Chrys, as he'd come to call her in his head, came wandering back in his thoughts. What had become of the young girl? Surely she was back within the ranks of the king Collision's pack, as he had assumed was her family? With each step he took into this unexplored territory of Alacritis, his guilt began to cloud his thoughts. How did she feel towards him? Angry? Hurt? Resentful? He wouldn't blame her if she held some anger against him for having in a sense abandoned her, despite it having not been on purpose. He deserved it, for having so inconsiderate about her feelings. She had at least deserved an explanation for having not joined her.


A quiet sight slipped past his ivory lips as he walked slowly through the thin forest, audits swiveling atop his head as he listened for any sign of activity nearby. Would Chrys even want to talk to him if he happened to run into her? It seemed fate was working in his favor, or maybe against him as he caught the faint thudding of pawsteps against the earth. Demonio halted his advance, pausing mid-stride, nostrils flaring. There it was, the familiar scent of young Chrys. She wasn't too far from his location and from what he could tell she was alone. Luck was on his side, having brought her too him instead of allowing him to have to search for her. Should he go to her? He owed her an apology and now it was a good time as any to apologize for having been so inconsiderate.


Gathering up his courage, the alabaster brute walked forward, his frame weaving easily through the thin timbers, his bi-colored gaze coming across Chrys' familiar figure as she strode towards the tree line. He approached slowly, noticing that there was a slight difference to the way she carried herself. It wasn't blatantly obvious, but the more he studied her, the more apparent it became. There was an aura about her, an aura that spoke of a new confidence, a new power. So she had acquired a new position in the pack? Demonio wasn't surprised. She was more than capable of handling it and from what he could see of the small scars now marring her pretty frame, she already been exercising her newfound power. Chrysanthe. He called out quietly, having stopped a few feet from her, crown lowering in a deep bow of respect, a sign to her that he was aware of the new change. He raised his head back, though noticeably keeping it lower than hers, audits pinned back against his head as he waited for her to notice him, if she even decided to in the first place.


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