Hope and Despair
11-03-2013, 05:10 AM
It had been weeks since Knight had caught the last scent of Mercianne's daughter. He had been able to catch it at the cove, mingled with the scent of another in an obvious sign and struggle. Kestrel had indeed been kidnapped, but he did not want to voice that to Mercianne. He knew how fragile the white wolf was, and giving her that knowledge would surely plunge her into a darker world. He had searched for Kestrel nonstop, and though his tracking skills were of the best around, even he seemed to be having some trouble...though he figured it was due to the fact that he was still unfamiliar with the lands and the wolves within Alacritis. But soon enough he would learn, just as he was now. It hadn't taken him long to familiarize himself with the scents of Mercianne's children. Should something ever happen to them, he would be able to track them with ease now that their scents were etched into his mind. Just like their mothers before them, engraved into his mind so that it would never be forgotten. Since the day he had met Mercianne, he treasured her scent, stored it within the confines of his mind to hold forever. And though he was afraid to get close for fear of getting hurt, he knew that sooner or later his feelings for her would be known whether he wanted them to or not. Forest green eyes would blink away a fallen snowflake, and though winter was not quite here, it would seem that the weather had other ideas. Pressing on, he followed the scent he had been tracking from the cove. The scent of Mercianne leading into these submerged woods, and he knew that she was still on the hunt for her daughter. He admired the fact that she would not give up in her endeavor. And why should she? There was hope that her daughter was still alive, and not even he would rest until she was found. Quietly, his mismatched paws brought him forward towards the creamy white form of the fae he had been falling for. She seemed to be standing rather still, her form cast in the direction of the waters ahead of them. No doubt thinking about her only daughter, as that was her only thoughts the last few weeks. It had been almost a season since Kestrel went missing after all, and Knight's heart sunk at the thought...he promised himself that he would find Kestrel for her, and still he had no trace of her. What was he supposed to tell her? That he was trying and failing? He couldn't stand to see her hurting so much, and he only wished that he could do something, anything. And so it was with hesitant steps that he would approach, a soft sigh passing inky lips as he made his way to her left side. "I...I'm sorry..." he told her quietly. More like a statement and apology that was necessary. But for what? He was sure that she would be confused by his apology. But honestly, he felt like he was failing in a promise that he had not yet voiced to her. For weeks he had left on his search, not wanting to tell her. Why? He felt that he wouldn't be able to handle telling her everyday that he had yet to find a sign of her daughter should she ask. Knight wanted to do all he could to help Merci, and it seemed that he couldn't do anything as simple as this...why was it so hard? It was something he couldn't quite understand. But even so, he would keep trying. He had to...for her sake. Speech Thought Others |