only know you love her when you let her go

*Aldoro* · 04-21-2014, 06:04 PM

Life flicked by so quickly again. All his hopes of having children, raising them into warriors, becoming the beloved husband of such a beautiful woman, rooting her on no matter what the cost...gone. Descended. Faded away within the blink of an eye. He so dearly wondered where she was. The boy didn't need to see her, he just wanted to know if his children were okay and his mate was safe and sound, cuddled within a den with her pups and raising them as a loving mother should. But, not only he hoped she was okay, he hoped to see her again. And to see what he had created with Six. The little darlings he could call, 'sweetie', or 'babycakes.' He's always wanted to use those little nicknames for his babies. And he's always wanted a little girl to name Deirdre, or Hikari. Yes...that's what he wanted.

But the devil always had to take away his happiness! Well, screw the world! If he ever found some damned wolf who captured Six...he'd try to kill them on the spot. Dead. Gone. Then he'd be back with his love. His darling. But now he had made a decision. Glaciem-, well, that was an option. But that pack was full of wolves and everyday the reminder of Six would make him grow emotional. So he did not decide to become part of them. Instead, Tortuga. He had heard of their great need of pack members. So, instead of joining a great an powerful pack, he decided to join one less fortunate. One that needed new recruits. Strong recruits. And the boy was strong now. Six has changed the little soft ball of fur of a man into a strong, powerful brute. But loving anyways, to anyone he meets. He was ready.

Trees, a ton of them, lined up before him as his large paws carried him across the soft earth. The man's charcoal black fur intertwined with twigs from trees from other land terrains, debris from the ground, and such things as those. The man really didn't care about how he looked anymore. Whether he was smelly, scarred up, full of dirt, uncomfortable, etc.. He had constant headaches from crying so much about Six and his children, and his legs ached excessively because all the searching he's been doing. So the man practically looked like an abandoned pup left for dead, but much, much larger. The only thing he's eaten in awhile was a skinny little doe who he found stuck in a tar pit. Water was plentiful, but that was about it. He hoped, after joining this pack, he could collect himself and snap into reality.

The man suddenly snapped back into focus as he bumped into a tree. It rattled softly and a few dead leaves fluttered down behind him. He could smell the aroma of a few wolves- but not very many. Plus, most of them were faint. What a shame. As the smell of wolves became stronger, Aldoro decided to stop and summon someone who could help him out. The man quickly threw his crown up and spilt the corners of his lips, releasing a loud, cracked howl. Once finished, he lowered his head and rested his chin on the support of his chest, seating himself in the shade of the many trees and awaiting a pack-wolf's arrival.

"Speech"

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