The Beginnings of a Choir
09-07-2014, 09:48 PM
Falk's mind had been busy in the days since he had finally been reunited with his mate. He hardly let her out of his sight from fear that if he did she would suddenly vanish into thin air once more. In fact, he caught himself following her from the shadows just the day before and had forced himself to turn and go back to wait for her from their den, realizing how irrational he had been. But, luckily, Surreal didn't seem to mind or at least she hadn't commented on it. He was slowly beginning to settle down into the idea that this wasn't a dream and she was actually here. With that idea finally beginning to become a reality, his sister came back into his mind. He knew he needed to keep his promise to go visit her with Surreal in tow, but their last meeting had been so strange that he wasn't sure if he should bring his mate just yet. Maybe he should just go on his own first... Just then his love's voice broke his train of thought, calling him forward to share news with him. She wasn't far away, as usual. He tried not to follow her like a stalker any more, but he did keep himself within earshot of her at all times. Just in case. Rising to his paws, he quickly trotted forward to find her. The moment her silver form came into view a smile came onto his face. It still amazed him how just the sight of her made him so ridiculously happy. He padded forward till he could press his head to her shoulder and nuzzle her affectionately. "What is it, love?" he rumbled, placing gentle kisses on her cheeks. He was built to be a war machine, a terror to those who faced him, but Surreal brought out the most kind and gentle notions in him. Speech Thought Others |
