Silent Whispers

It had been quite some time since he had seen his adopted daughter Elysia. He remembered stumbling across her all those months ago near a lake, the poor thing was scared beyond belief. He had managed to calm her down and make her comfortable enough for him to join him. Since having come to Valhalla, the white knight hadn't seen much of his daughter. He would've preferred to keep her close by, but he didn't want to her boss her around, so he had allowed her to roam free and the man could only wonder what kind of things she had been getting herself into. She was a bit more of a wanderer than his first daughter Seraphine, but he hoped that after a few seasons her thirst for wandering would be sated and she would return to perhaps join Valhalla.


Demonio had been a bit on edge the last few weeks. Just a few days ago the newly appointed King Syrinx had held war training and very few of the warriors Chrysanthe had appointed arrived. It was a sickening feeling to know that his family was going to war, that some of his fellow packmates could possibly not be coming back. It was a saddening realization, but it was a fact that he had to come to terms with. The white knight padded through the Valhallan territory, trying to keep his body occupied so that his mind wouldn't start wondering again. And it was during this that the man would catch a scent that he hadn't smelled in quite some time; Elysia. She was near the borders. Immediately the man would change his course, ivory limbs pulling him towards Ely. To his surprise, there was another male at her side, and he appeared to have some physical similarity to his adopted daughter. Hackles would bristle warily as he approached. Elysia, where have you been? He would glance over the second brute for a moment before allowing his gaze to focus on his daughter, mass coming to a halt paw steps from her.



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