Singing Of Times Gone By
08-29-2014, 01:13 PM
Months had passed since he had last seen her. Whole seasons had drifted by, his paws had grown hard and worn with the many miles he had traveled in his searches for her. He had almost given up the hope that she would somehow appear and they could pick up where they left off. He had almost given up the hope that she was out there looking for him as well, that she still wanted him. He had never made it to Erani's challenge, hadn't been there for her or her mother in that moment, and for that he would never forgive himself. He had stayed behind, worried about who would be there to defend Valhalla's lands while the bulk of their members went to watch the challenge. However, because of that he wasn't there to follow Surreal where ever it was that they ran off to when the challenge ended. He had no leads to follow and, therefore, they had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth. After he found his sister by complete chance his hope had been renewed. He had decided that he would give his search one last chance and if he still didn't find her he would settle in the pack that Sibelle co-lead. He resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his days, had made peace with the fact that Surreal had truly been the love of his life and if he never found her he would spend his days supporting Sibelle and her wishes. It was the least he could do for his dear sister and it would be better than simply wandering in a fog of depression as he had been recently. Falk padded across Alacritis, hopeful but prepared for the worst. He saw willows in the distance, saw a stream of water on the horizon. His mind was wandering from one thought to another, thinking about Surreal and Sibelle and wondering what would happen should he find her, what would happen if he didn't. He caught Surreal's scent, but it didn't even register with him that her scent could be part of reality. Falk had smelled her scent so many times over the last few months, but it had only been a product of his wishful thinking. But there was something different this time. Not only did it suddenly seem more real somehow, there was something different about her scent. It was just different enough for him to lift his eyes from the ground and peer ahead of him, his eyes narrowing as he looked toward the willows ahead of him. They were still a good distance ahead, but what he saw made him stop in his tracks. There, at the edge of the river, he saw a silver form. It was hard to tell from this distance if it was really, truly her, but somewhere deep in his gut he knew. He knew, without a doubt, that he had finally found her. He stood there in shock for several moments before he finally made his paws move once again, slowly at first and then at a full on run, wishing and hoping desperately that he was right. When he got closer he saw her clearly and it felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The pressure of heartache lifted from his chest and for the first time in countless days he felt like he could breathe clearly. He couldn't speak. He simply ran toward her, desperate to feel her body against his, to feel that she was real, that she was here. He didn't consider the possibility that she didn't want to see him any more, didn't consider the possibility that she no longer loved him. Without a word he slowed to a stop just on the other side of the shallow stream that she sat at, his gaze intense and filled with emotion as he looked at her, his bright blue eyes tracing her form while he tried to decide if she were another figment of his imagination. Still not speaking, he took one careful step at a time toward her, his eyes never leaving hers, till he splashed through the stream and came to a halt in front of her, peering down at her. Hesitantly, Falk reached forward to curve his neck around hers in an embrace. It wasn't until the very moment that he leaned in to press his neck to hers and didn't feel the image of her form give way, the moment that his fur mingled with his and he felt the heat of her body against his, that he truly broke down. His entire large form crumbled. It was like a mountain breaking apart into millions of tiny rocks. It happened all at once, his legs buckling beneath him and the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding rushing out of his lungs. He sat hard on his haunches and lifted his forelegs to wrap around her, pulling her tight to him as he pressed his face to the thick fur of her scruff, clinging with all his might to her smaller form. Something that very rarely happened to him rushed upon him so unexpectedly that he hadn't had time to prepare himself against it. He cried. A sob escaped him and tears welled up in his eyes, his voice rough as his deep tones finally managed to form words. "Surreal... Oh, Surreal, my love... I thought I would never find you, I thought I had lost you forever... Oh Surreal..." His words were broken by heavy sobs as tears of joy ran down into his fur, so truly happy that he couldn't contain himself. Speech Thought Others |
