And So It Ends

N/A · 04-29-2013, 12:58 PM

He hoped to whatever god there might be - even the ones Bane had mentioned - that she did not notice the aching pain that throbbed just behind lime eyes. No one in his pack had noticed yet, so how could it be that this woman he'd just met would notice such a thing? Still, it was possible, and he would have to try his hardest to keep it at bay. The last thing he wanted to appear as was lacking confidence or finesse. The Prince had to keep his composure, even if he was falling apart on the inside. This was the hand he'd been dealt, and he'd have to play it as best he could.

Make the most of it.

You've made your bed, now lie in it.

But he hadn't made this bed. It had been made for him. The outstretched hands of politics between packs had shook on the agreement, and there was no backing out of it. Try as he might, there was no chance that this cup would be taken from him. She would be his wife, and that was that.

His betrothed would step up beside him. Half of him expected the same sort of electricity he felt when Epiphron walked near him. Perhaps it just ran in their family. But no such sparks came. There was warmth there, but no more than the normal amount that eeked from any wolf who stood near the Prince. So, she had scented the pack, and had not been directly informed of the migration. Maverick wondered if his father had sent out the word yet. "If it happens that he has not yet heard, would you do us the honor of informing him? I'd hate him to go out of his way to a land we no longer inhabit." Of course, the odds of Collision returning at all were slim, but it was only polite to let one's allies know of big changes such as this.

"Yes, on a delta that fed into the southern ocean. It was quite nice, really. Sometimes I miss the waves and the salty smell of the air." Nostalgia took the boy over, and for a moment he felt as if he were talking to a friend - a new friend - but a friend nonetheless. Perhaps this wouldn't be as horrible as he might've imagined. "The freshwater river that fed our delta - it was drying up from the heat. The saltwater surged in to fill the extra space and we were left with not a drop to drink. Father made the decision rather abruptly, and we traveled here." An ear would flicker to the low notes of a bull calling for his harem. Maverick had not yet gotten near enough to one of the massive creatures, though he'd heard they could be quite frightening. Rumors told of horns longer than any deer's, though there were only two, and a temper like no other prey animal. Maverick was certain he could live out the rest of his days happy and satisfied without seeing one of those beasts.

"It's a lot different. I've been doing a fair bit of exploring, but it seems like every time I go out I come across something new." He gestured with his muzzle toward the forest they were near. "There's a large meadow in the center of that forest over there." She mentioned something about exotic, but it didn't quite fit in with their line of speech. Had she said it by mistake? Spoken her mind before she even became conscious of it. A small smile crept into the corner of his lips. At least she wasn't perfect. He wasn't sure he could ever be with someone totally perfect.

She went on to redeem some of that perfection with a few lines about her family history in relation to betrothals. "From what I hear Gerhardt's family is the same way. In fact, my sister is betrothed to Gerhardt's brother Gideon." He wondered if that sounded weird. To anyone who didn't know, it would appear as if an uncle was marrying a niece. Perhaps he should clarify. The Prince spoke again. "We're adopted - by the way, so there's no blood relation between Gideon and Kamala." He didn't want to seem strange to his bride-to-be. He would have to try to make this first impression the best possible, if he hoped to be at least somewhat happy in his future. She spoke on her brother, Collision. Maverick gave a smile. "My father seemed rather pleased to have met him." It was a mere observation, without much meaning behind it. He had almost said something about Collision being easier to swallow than Syrinx, but figured it would have led to talk of Epiphron - and he couldn't afford that.

"Would you like me to show you around?" She ought to get a glimpse of her future home. Not to mention the movement and talk of the terrain would be a welcome relief from any awkwardness that might creep into their meeting.

"speeeeech"

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