Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be
03-10-2014, 10:33 PM
| Newol |
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Her words took him by surprise. For a moment, all he could do was meet her warm gaze and consider what she'd just offered him. She'd just offered him a family. A place of belonging. That was something he'd only had a whispering glance of when he'd been just a little child. He'd had a mother, and something of father. The man had sired him and taught him of the blood in his veins and what it meant, and his mother had told him to be a good person before being removed from his story. But he'd been scent on his way early. And from there it had only been temporary alliances with others of the wilderness. This... This was much more permanent. Erani was now offering him a place among her children. That was a humbling honor. With it, Alacritis would be undeniable his home, and he would always hold a loyalty to Valhalla. He would have people he could call siblings. And that would be a first, for he'd been his mother's only pup. It was a family. Something he'd never actively searched for, always thinking that when the time was right it would just happen. And here it was, setting right before him in the form of a strong willed woman. Yet before he could just reach out and take it, something else in his mind stopped and made him consider a moment longer. She'd just offered him a name as well. Newol was a Zaraidd. A lesser member of a greater bloodline, yes. But it was still in his blood. That name didn't mean much hear because of the distance, but in the Kingdom of Zaranor, that name meant King. That name belonged to wolves who'd stuck their noses in business that had nothing to do with them and beaten fairness and moral senses of right and wrong into stubborn heads just on principle when it wasn't their place to. To be a Zaraidd was to stand firm against the world force what was Right and Fair down it's throat or Die Trying. Honor was a factor. And more importantly, it was loyalty to a fault. And when he recalled that last part it all just clicked neatly into place. Erani was his friend. That term wasn't a light one for Newol. It was a very heavy term. She had his loyalty. If she wanted, she could press him into staying a Valhalla wolf for the rest of his life. And so with that loyalty he was obligated to Accept. Not only had she offered him a name, she'd offered him her name, a name better known in this land and more tested. And right now, it too was a name that meant King. A big grin spread his maw as energy and excitement bubbled up inside him while he arranged the words in his mind. Finally, he's jaws parted as he spoke this name for the first time, it holding an interesting taste to it. "Newol Zaraidd Adravendi." A laugh escaped after it to betray his excitement, his tail wagging behind him and his ears standing on end. "You honor me, mother. I don't know what to say." His statement was true, but the lack of words was made up for by the light he held in his eyes. He'd been nothing but a stray this morning. He'd been nothing but a stray for near his whole life. And now he wasn't. |