Livin' on Love / P

N/A · 03-17-2013, 08:20 PM

p.] Syrinx, then Epiphron.

Dated three days after their first meeting.

Six days. Six days had seemed so short until he'd been forced to stay away from the girl he was absolutely enraptured by. It had seemed simple, go back to Seracia, survive for six days, come back and meet her again. That was simple enough, wasn't it? Well, not the surviving part thanks to his mother. She'd reamed him pretty good for sneaking in late with the smell of a girl on his pelt. Still, he had managed to survive that.. but the next two days had been hell. He'd never known how boring his life was until she'd come into it and made it so much better. Now, without her around, Maverick found himself bored and quite lazy.

This boredom had allowed him to devise a plan that he ordinarily would have shoved to the side for being foolish had he not been so smitten over her. Here he was, nearing what he thought was Valhalla, very much nervous that his arrival might be seen as weak or even pathetic. That was certainly not the impression he wanted to give off. But this worry was less on his mind than the one that had to do with her pack. Valhalla - he had heard - was massive, full of plenty of capable wolves. He was sure any number of them might be scouting the border right now, waiting to intercept him and do god knows what to him for being there uninvited.

Acid green eyes gazed up at the sky, which was illuminated by a thousand or more stars, so many he had never even thought to count. The moon shone down on his appaloosa pelt, lighting up the white parts and making them almost appear to gleam or glow. The traveling was much easier than he'd expected, but took longer than anticipated. It was now dead of night, and too late to turn back. The thought crossed his mind to wait until morning when it was more acceptable to call on her, but that would mean almost certain suicide. Wolves always patrolled in the daylight, there was a chance he could go unnoticed at night.

Nostrils flared, seeking out her scent. It was surprisingly present here, leading him to believe that her den might be close, or she had traveled by here recently. Staying safely on his side of the border, the boy paced, wondering what he should do next. His plan ended here, at his arrival at Valhalla. So what would the next move be? He could call out, but that would bring unwanted attention. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he could not ever even think about crossing the border. That would bring death - he was sure. He didn't know how violent or territorial Valhalla might be, and he wasn't going to find out by making a mistake like that.

Deciding to test the waters, Maverick let out a tentative 'chuff'. He was nearest to where her scent was the strongest, and he hoped that by some miracle she would hear him and come, and they would stroll off into the moonlight together. Some part of him knew that was too good to be true. A short bark was given off, as an added measure to see if perhaps his chuff had not been loud enough. Maverick suddenly grew very worried for his safety, and slunk into a myriad of bushes to fully conceal himself, determined to peer out and see whoever came to investigate far before they saw him.

Speech,

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