A Lonesome Moon
09-21-2014, 11:24 PM
| Alsander |
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As he introduced himself, he could see her repeating his name under her breath, a small smile tugging at his maw, as his haunches slowly lowered to the ground. Her statement brought a further smile to his lips, which faded as his question regarding her family was answered with a somber expression, her gold and amethyst eyes lowered to the ground. He remained silent, letting her work through the thoughts and sadness, before she finally spoke. So two of her children were with her in Olympus. But Leon and her second daughter? The news was saddening. He?d been good friends with Leon; Leon had been a patrol partner. ?I?m sorry.? There was complete honesty in his voice, regret for loved ones lost. Irish timbre low with regret, he looked at her as she struggled to regain her composure and added that Olympus was nothing like Valhalla. Would any pack ever be like Valhalla? One big family? Always going through some strife or another? Even Surreals future ideas for a rebuilt pack had differences. They would be trained, and anyone caught slacking, would be punished. He had little doubt that Surreal would follow through, and make sure the pack ran smoothly. Mismatched green and gold eyes cleared as he studied Ashtoreth. They could use a strong hunter. Ashtoreth had always proven herself adept at the art of bringing down food. ?Surreal will be rebuilding the pack. Perhaps under a new name, with some new rules and regulations, and pack names, but she will be bringing it back, one way or another. I know she would be glad to see you back again, if you wish to come home. It may take time, but the world must know they cannot beat us down, no matter what they try.? Bolstering words were warm with encouragement. He believed in never giving up. Retreating to regroup was one thing, but downright showing ones belly and submitting without honor was another one completely. |