I'M GONNA BE A MIGHTY KING, SO ENEMIES BEWARE!
02-01-2014, 02:04 AM
It had been...a few weeks since the war? The soreness and tenderness of the wound on his chest had pretty much all gone away, just leaving the scar tissue behind. Gael was still proud of himself for having been able to best the crazy bitch that had thought she would be able to take him for herself. It had been his first war and he had managed to best the enemy, doing his part to keep his family safe. If he'd been able to take down multiple opponents it probably would've helped Valhalla win the war, but there was really no point in dwelling on something that was past now. His pack was safe, his family whole. But what he could focus on was keeping his fighting skills sharp. He wasn't sure if he'd won his fight on skill, instinct, pure luck or a combination of all three, but he knew for a fact that there was much room for improvement. But as of late, he hadn't been able to find a willing sparring partner. Perhaps that would change today? It wasn't usual for Gael to wake up early, but for some reason he hadn't been able to sleep very much that morning. Every other day he would be able to sleep in way past morning, staying fast asleep until the sun was high in the sky and Meili had to coax him out his sleep. But that morning Gael was wide awake and out of the den he shared with his fiance, finding himself with the need to do something. He wasn't particularly hungry, but his thirst would be quenched by the stream that ran close to the den. But even with his thirst gone, the Heir still felt like there was something he wanted to do. But what? And it was as he was trying to figure out what exactly was bugging him that a voice resonated in the quiet morning atmosphere; Odette. Chrysanthe's adopted daughter was up this early? Were yearlings up that early? Was that normal? Figuring his fiance would still be asleep when he returned, Gael would set off towards the sound of his adopted cousin's voice, wondering what she was doing up this early. Powerful limbs would pull the Adravendi through the island terrain, muscles contracting and relaxing with each movement. It felt good to stretch himself out like this so early in the day. Ceruleans would dance from side to side, searching for the girl's familiar multi-hued pelt, spotting it up ahead in a field sitting between what looked to like two rivers. A bark would erupt from his vocal chords as he came up, tail wagging behind him. I didn't know you woke up this early little cousin. He would call to her as he came up beside her, massive chest heaving as he slowed, trying to catch his breath from the exertion. Talk like this |