take these broken wings, and fly
07-02-2014, 09:29 PM
Fury wasn't a feeling he was accustomed too, but it had all been too much. Erani had fallen to the russet wolf. The Adravendi's had lost their home. The home his father had lived for, had created. The father he hadn't met, had lived for Valhalla and now an unworthy creature sat at it's throne. After the challenge he had returned to Traveler's Lake, trying to figure out what he would do- where he would go. Of course a lot of this depended on Emer, and his adopted family, and the rest depended on his blood family. He was at lost with what he would do and that confusion mixed with his fury in an unsettling way. He paced along the lakeside, his claws digging into the bank as he moved. His tail lashed behind him, as he paced.
He wondered what was going on with Cecily, Emer, Taddeo, and Signy. Had Emer made any decisions? Did she know what she wanted to do? Was there any packs to turn too? Tipping his head, he called for Cecily wondering if she was close enough to hear him. He needed to see her, she could always brighten his day.