Sun is Setting in the West
12-02-2013, 08:34 PM
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Caerul had been fervently digging out a grave for the fallen Valhallan. He was nearly done, but still had much to do. Lovatt was a rather large wolf, and so he'd need to dig a large and deep enough hole to accommodate the large warrior. He dug for over an hour, claws carving out the grave site for the one he that was a friend to many. Caerul's eyes pricked with threatening tears. What would have happened if it was his Father he had to bury? Or one of his siblings? The thoughts of the war returned, and he would curse the glaciem male under his breath. It was simply a fight over pride, and because of such foolishness many had suffered and lost their lives. He was nearly done, only having to widen out the small trench just a little more so he could place the man's body. It was then that he heard the call of his Alphess, and reluctantly he would peel himself away from his dug out trench to respond. He climbed out, glancing at his fallen comrade before turning to run into the trees towards the pack land. IT didn't take him long to arrive, Caerul's forest green eyes surveying the few that had arrived. He was concerned that there weren't more as usual...was it possible that Valhalla had become demoralized from the war? He hoped not. Whatever the case, his loyalty to his Valhallan family; and to Chrysanthe, would remain forever loyal just as his Father was before him. He'd enter the scene, dual toned pelt dirtied and the whites of his fur nearly blackish brown as if he himself had been born from the Earth. He was weary, his head low but the determination in his eyes forever strong. He saw his brother Alsander as well as his cousin Surreal and his Aunt Erani. Nodding wearily to Chrysanthe and his relatives. "Good morning Chrysanthe, I trust you are doing well today?" He said kindly, trying to force the weariness away as he then nuzzled Erani and Surreal in turn before sitting beside Alsander. Though Caerul was drained from the war and the nonstop patrolling of the borders, he would still somehow find the strength to keep walking, to keep protecting his pack. He was driving himself to exhaustion, but he would keep that information from his Aunt. Knowing she would fret over him and make him rest. But there was simply too much to do...after this meeting, he would return to bury Lovatt. Speech Thought Others |