tell me that you need me
10-03-2013, 02:16 AM
The older male found himself here once more, paws following a path he had only followed once before but it was so ingrained in his mind that he could follow it in his sleep. He had come through the bushes where he had emerged that night, taken a drink from the cool waters before tipping his head and turning as if following some imaginary call. Aquamarine eyes were slightly glazed over as he moved along the rocky shores, head lifted and black tipped ears alert and turned forwards. The walk was a fairly long one, having to arc out away from the river so he could find a less treacherous path up the falls. Charcoal paws pressed firmly, confidently against the rocky earth as eyes continued to gaze at his destination rather then his current path. As he drew closer deep grey ears would fold against the top of his head and he would slow. He had been here twice in his life, once had been when he had first met his mate and the second time had been the day he had decided he didn't want to live without her and had turned and ran to her in Valhalla. Everywhere he turned here he could see Aislyn's haunting white form and crystalline blue eyes. But he swallowed the lump building in his throat and pressed onwards. Both times he had been here he had gone to the same spot at the top of the falls, and his paws did't let him hesitate as he approached even though he squeezed his eyes closed. Everything hurt, mentally and physically he was tired and in pain. He had lost the love of his life in the floods that had destroyed his home. Years later he had been taught that it was okay to love again, even if she had frustrated him to no end, but a haunting female who had wanted nothing more then a one night stand. But he had fallen for her. He had fallen hard and he had fallen fast. And she too had been ripped away from him by the cold flood waters that had almost taken his only daughter from him as well. Now there was a ghost knocking at his packs boarders wanting nothing more then his daughter. Though he doubted anything would stop the ghost, doubted that even if Liberty did go that the man would leave Valhalla in peace now. But that wasn't even an option. No. He would sacrifice all of Valhalla, every single member before he would let his daughter go to that mad man. His eyes reopened to find himself standing almost at the edge of the falls, the roar of them something that seemed so far away now, so far below. Water water everywhere... If not for Liberty then long ago he would have hurled himself off this cliff, allowed himself to be swallowed up by the waters just as his love had, allowed himself to be carried off in its currents and back to his love. But for now he was needed here, needed on this earth. His daughter needed him and now he needed someone else, anyone else. His pack knew his story, he could see the pity in their eyes every time he looked at them or made an appearance. They all knew his story and he was sick of it, sick of the pity. He needed company, needed to presence of another without the sorrow and despair that always tinged the auras of others. So that was why her was here, he needed to feel Aislyn near him but at the same time he needed someone else. Someone who didn't quite know his past... He tipped his head back and let out a simple howl, welcoming and beckoning to any and all. He didn't want to be alone today... |