ardent

And So It Ends



Maverick


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04-29-2013, 11:25 AM
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He'd thought it might somehow get easier. That somehow, some way he would learn to forget about Epiphron, learn to love his bride-to-be. But how could he love someone he did not know? How could he love someone so closely related to the girl he already loved? Was there any hope for some semblance of happiness in his future? Or had that been dashed the moment the betrothal had been procured? He supposed that it had, since he hadn't felt truly happy since the news had been announced. He felt selfish - wrong - for feeling this way, and yet.. he knew that he was not feeling any different than anyone else would in his situation. He knew that love was not easy, but he'd never anticipated it being this hard.

Paws would carry him rhythmically across the croplands. A few still grew in haphazard patches - somehow managing to thrive despite the lack of tender loving care. Others lay in a heap on the earth, clearly worn down by the heat of the summer. The wolves didn't mind much - dead or alive - it wasn't as if they ate the crops themselves. Still, the ones that did manage to survive were quite alluring to prey creatures - of which the wolves did mind. In his short time here, Maverick had stumbled across a healthy crop of rabbits and hares, feral cows and even a wild horse! Deer were also plentiful. He was happy to be in a land plentiful with red meat.

But his paws carried him through the croplands and into the clearing. To his left he saw the shed. Inside was a myriad of tractor parts and pieces of other large machinery. Some of it had rusted, but most was still in decent condition. The door was propped open enough for even the largest wolf to slither through, and it was often a place where the Prince enjoyed catching an afternoon nap. Ahead of him lay an expansive forest, but he would pivot and skirt alongside it toward the western border. It was only natural for the boy to want to be sure that his new land was secure.

It was not natural, however, for him to hear a howl whilst patrolling. True, it happened quite often in the delta, but here in the range - members joining had decreased. He attributed this to the fact that they had not been in this new land very long, and the scent at the border was not as strong as it ought to be just yet. Still, curiosity would bring the Prince to answer the call, tilting his own head back with a short response. He strolled casually to the location of the sound, wondering just who it could be.

The wolf he came across was not one he had expected to see. She bore a striking resemblance to his ladylove - Epiphron - and yet was completely different at the same time. It had to be her, he was sure. Who else could it be? A wavering tone would slip from his lips before he could control it. "Chrysanthe?" He had never laid eyes on her before, and there was still the off chance that she was only another relative, and not his betrothed, but something in his gut told him she was the girl he was to wed. He would straddle the border, front paws outside it, back paws inside. It was only polite to invite her in, wasn't it? But he wanted to be sure it was her before he did so.



"speeeeech"