New Beginings, Love Flowers

It was still a bit odd, getting used to the idea that he could no longer see out of one eye, but the seasoned warrior was adjusting just fine. Life on the island was different, but it was a welcomed change. The pack was in relative peace and everyone was getting used to the fact that happiness could be achieved. A little blood had to be spilled, but in the end they'd gotten the peace that they had so striven to keep. As for Demonio in particular, the aging white knight had begun to keep more and more to himself. It was clear that he would be spending the rest of his days alone, so why not starting practicing now?


The man had been bathing in the island's river, washing away all the dirt and blood from his morning breakfast when a call rang out; Imena. Another of his adopted children. A warm smile came to his pale lips as he slowly made his way from the river, moving at a brisk pace towards the beach. There was a different note to her voice, one he hadn't noticed there before. With his curiosity brimming, Demonio would make his arrival on the beach, icy eye spotting the figures of his child and his best friend Chrysanthe. Ivory plume would wag gently behind him as he approached, ears perking with interest at Chrysanthe's words. A wedding a hear? Seems like I've missed quite alot. Good day Chrys. He would call merrily to his best friend, bumping her shoulder gently before letting his attention move to Imena, hoping she could provide him with an explanation.



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