She's got the fire and the fight of the gyspy
11-27-2013, 12:49 AM
His whole life changed in a matter of moments. One moment enveloped in light, the next plunged into darkness; for eternity. There was no way he would ever get his sight back; not even a miracle could bring back what the bastard of a sire had taken from him. But there was one thing he could never take from him; his pack. The loyalty of his pack members. The love of his family; of Maija, Sibelle, Falk, Eulari, Seraphine, Newt, Erani and his children. Isardis could never take that from him and the Re would take comfort in that in his new dark world. He would hold on to the hope that no matter what, his family and friends would always be a constant in his life, even if he couldn't see them anymore. He would sleep comfortably beside his Queen every night, and that night had been no different. It seemed that some time that morning Maija had gotten notion that he would wake up hungry and like the beautiful woman that she was, she had left the cobalt Re to continue sleeping while she went out to fetch them some breakfast. It was during his Queen's absence that a familiar voice would stir the man from his slumber. Lids would peel back against milky white eyes, auds swiveling forward with attention, nostrils working in tandem with the rest of his senses. Sibelle was here. Ebony limbs would unscramble themselves from beneath the titan as he rose to his paws, crown kept tucked as he slowly padded his way out of his den. Plume would curl upwards, brushing against the mouth of his den, signaling to Taurig that he was in the clear. Limbs would bend and stretch, spine arching as he stretched, skull turning in the direction that his sister's voice had come from. Morning little Red. He would call out to her, a half smile curling his lips. Talk like this |