Possibilities
02-10-2014, 09:42 PM
here to relive your darkest moments Fiery eyes blinked at the ivory woman in understanding. He was still growing used to the difference of lifestyle. He had once been a married man with pups and a pack to care for, and now it seemed that even with the Valhallan title he was only supporting himself. It was not a selfish decision, but simply one of necessity. Chrysanthe knew that he would be one of the first to arrive if the need be. The man nodded his head and sighed. "Yes, it seems that quite often we lose sight of what we have had and what has been so kindly given to us...adjusting to a new way of life is like becoming a new person. It is not something that we can stop, but something which can definitely be directed." He had never been a wise man or one who striven to remain prepared for all instances, yet with the tragic loss of his family he had found strength and motivation to become just that. And the land? Bah, the beauty and convenience alone had him sold on it. With another thought, he laughed inwardly, the wolves on it only made it more beautiful. Unless you considered the large pink nightmare who ruled the pack up north. He didn't even want to think of that. "New to the packlands, or simply new to the land itself? Out of curiosity, if you don't mind miss." |