Waiting
11-21-2013, 02:01 AM
Labored breathing forced itself past his maw as he ran full pelt towards Seracian lands. He had lost his battle, though he knew it was due to his lack of training. Since arriving in Alacritis, he had not taken it upon himself to continue training. He was a mercenary, a soldier, an elite fighter in his former realm. But his skill set lacked! He cursed under his breath, the white bitch he had faltered to would receive what was due soon enough. First, he would train beforehand. It wasn't long before Seracian borders filled his nostrils. The scent familiar since his last visit with Obsidian. Paws pounded the earth, and his thoughts raced throughout his mind like flies about a horse. Had Seraphine and the others made it safely? Had Seraphine even gone with the other Valhallans to Seracia? He cursed under his breath again. If he did not find her here, then he would return to Valhalla to seek her out and ensure that she came to no harm. His ribs ached where the white wench had grasped him, his throat and chest sore from the bites received. Though he had given her some good return bites, it wasn't enough. However, what he did gain was the knowledge and satisfaction of having aided his alphas in distracting the man they fought, clearly giving them the advantage of a win. For that he had no regrets. Although he had not lingered long after he was defeated, he knew not of the happenings in the fight. He would find out later soon enough. It was all a repeat of his former home, and he didn't want to be there right now. Seeing the dead valhallan comrade was enough to keep him from returning so soon...even though he did not know him. Dual toned eyes would soon spot the form of a familiar form, his heart lifting slightly at the sight of her. "Seraphine..." he uttered in a low voice, his approach slowing down as he neared. He would stop just before the border line, calm gaze hiding away the relief he had upon seeing her. What would she think? Would she see him as a failure? A failure for being unable to protect their home? Weak? Many thoughts circulated in his mind, threatening to tear him down. The last thing he wanted was for her to recognize him as a failure...yet he wasn't sure why. "Seraphine...I see you've made it safely." he would say in a low whisper. "normal. talk. think. you. |
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