The Devil In Stitches
05-13-2013, 11:41 AM
Something was off that day. Demonio had awoken to find his mate gone. Her scent was still fresh inside their den but there was a sinking feeling inside his gut that he couldn?t ignore. His mind had automatically jumped to the worst case scenario, the events of her last solo outing replaying in his head. He could see her beautiful white pelt bathed in blood, her forelimb nearly torn to shreds. A shudder ran down his spine as he rose from his resting place, shaking the horrible memories away, stretching before he padd4ed out into the sunlight. The gorgeous morning welcomed him, the golden sun rays bathing hi in warmth. And yet the beautiful landscape did nothing to take away the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Dual hued jewels lowered to the earth, gaze examining the remnants of his woman?s departure. Crown dipped towards the brown dirty, nostrils flaring as he tasted Desdemona?s perfume. It smelled just like her. There were no traces of her heat from several weeks ago nor the stench of any kind of injury. And yet there was just something off. It was mid-morning and she had not returned. If it had been a hunt surely she would have returned already. Had Kaien called her out to perform some pack duty that he wasn?t aware of? He hated not knowing things, especially when it was about his angel. And then a howl split the air. He would recognize her voice even if they were separated for decades. Asleep or even dead, the ivory knight would always recognize Desdemona?s voice. Her sweet melody rose into the atmosphere and yet there was a new tone to it. The intimacy of a call meant just for him was not present. Her son was commaning, the tone belonging to someone in power. But why would Desdemona make a call like that? She was a warrior like himself. Calls like those only came from his king Kaien and the white woman he had seen at the pack meeting only days ago. But there was no mistaking the call of his woman. She was reaching out to all the members of Tortuga, which meant his presence was required. What the hell was going on? Why was Des acting like she was an alpha now? Unable to deny the call of his love the alabaster brute set out to get some answers to his questions. Powerful limbs propelled the large brute through Tortuga?s now familiar terrir4oty, his gaze sweeping his surroundings, muscles of steel rippling beneath his angel-like visage. The same question circled his mind over and over: what was going on? First Desdemona left without warning and then she?s calling out to the Tortuga wolves as if she were an alpha. Nothing made sense right now and there was nothing that frustrated him more than not knowing things. His gate was purposeful, a swift jog, nearly bordering a flat out gallop. He wanted to get to the gathering first but he knew that wasn?t possible. Most likely there were going to be other wolves before him. Surely they would all be just as confused, but none so much as him. A few days ago in his mind Kaien had been the only alpha. And then at the last meeting he?d discovered that Kaien was sharing the power with a woman he didn?t to be mated to, something he didn?t quite understand but would not question. And now there was the possibility that his Desdemona was the new Queen of Tortuga. He needed answers and he needed them now. The scents of other Tortugans filled his nostrils as he approach4ed the designated area, the place where his woman?s call had originated from. As he had predicted others had arrived before him, their expressions reflecting the confusion they were surely experiencing. As his gaze briefly roamed over his present packmates, the voice of his angel broke into the quiet clearing, demanding his attention. Icy and maroon gems flickered to the rock cropping at the opposite side of the clearing, Desdemona?s beautiful figure perched atop the rock, her usually pristine bleached coat matted and dark with blood. Ice filled his veins, rooting him to his spot in the shadows. An experimental whiff told him it was Kaien?s blood. His woman was covered in the King?s blood. The King?s blood?But why? His attention returned to her as she began speaking, introducing herself before explaining that she had challenged the King for his throne and halfway he?d submitted, asking that his life be ended. And Desdemona had complied. The king now laid in the battlefield, the love his life having taken his place. She?d challenged Kaien?.without telling him. The ice in his veins melted as his heart began to beat harder against its cage. She?d left him without a goodbye to challenge the King and now she was here, assuming his rule. She?d gone and done something that was going to affect the entire pack, including him, without telling him. She never mentioned anything, never asked him what he thought about it. Just up and woke up and went to do it. Just like that. How long had she been planning this? Why hadn?t she included him in her decision or at least warned him about it? She continued on saying how she was going to Valhalla because she intended on making an alliance. She spoke of how no one was allowed to attack any other wolves from others packs for the risk of insuating war. She turned to motion to the old brute at her side, the one who was going to rule at her side. An old man at her side. Was she forfeiting their mateship for him? The organ in his chest beat at a frenzied pace, anger, confusion, rage, hurt rushing through his veins. His jaw clenched together, daggers gritting together, frame tense with unease. She continued on to say that she and the old man called Nnoitra would hold a tournament to see who would get what rank. The current ranks that anyone held no longer mattered. Demonio was nothing now. His world was pulled out from beneath him. Desdemona had killed his King in battle and taken his place. The ivory knight was stripped of his warrior?s title and now he had to fight for it or else be demoted to a slave. Nothing made sense anymore. He watched as she motioned for Nnoitra to speak, the apparent new alpha once more. Where the hell did that leave him? A reddish tint outline his gaze and he had to look away, had to focus on something else. He felt so betrayed. She?d around behind his back and done something unthinkable. And now what? What was going to happen now? Frankly Demonio didn?t care right that moment. The emotnions flooding his system were too chaotic. He wanted to rip something ,like those coyotes he?d dispatched after they?d attacked Des. He wanted to leave, to leave his angel to her duties and go off by himself. To do what he didn?t know, he just needed to be away from her. Demonio clenched his jaw tight, forces unknown to him keeping him rooted to the spot in the shadows. He knew Desdemona would notice him but he would not acknowledge her. He couldn?t look at her right now; he just couldn?t. Bi colored gaze remained trained to the earth beneath his claws, his attention no longer on the meeting as he tried to control the waves of emotions crashing through him. OOC: I got really good muse for this haha Talk like this |