Cant take me, i'm free
10-15-2014, 06:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2014, 06:29 PM by Crucifix.)
it calls me back home again it sparks up the fire, a flame that still burns oh its to you, I will always return He had tread the length of his territory and rounded up his young, leaving them in the care of his sisters so that he could ? at last ? track down the scent of the woman he longed to find. The few hours it had taken him to find their children meant the scent wasn't as crisp as it had been when he had entered the den, but the day was still young and the wind was near non-existent. He followed her trail from the den towards the end of his borders, she had left the territory through the Tall Grass Plains. Again, he found himself bewildered despite the evidence that she could not still be in Solstice, he still wondered why she had left. The briefest fear trickled against his mind, but he could not truly believe that she would leave him, leave their children and their lands. No, she had wondered out before, which of course brought him to his second fear. Every time she left the territory it seemed something terrible befall her, with the previous instant being the loss of one of her eyes. Surely her luck could not be so terrible that she could find herself in further trouble. All the same, something compelled him, moving him forward at a quickening speed. I still feel your breath, on my skin I hear your voice, deep within The sound of my lover, a feeling so strong Oh its to you, I will always belong He would enter the territory of the Alabrastrine Shrine, a land adjacent to his own. Here he would follow his scent to her battleground, where he his scenes, sight and smell would tell him something of what happened here. The scent that reminded him of Cat.. thus telling him the wolf knew her or belonged to her pack, had been here. They had fought, and the scent of blood was strong in his nostrils. The scents of Sibelle's blood was stronger then the scent of the stranger, He nosed about in the grass, attempting to get a better sense of what had happened here, but he could not deny the truth. Someone had fought Sibelle, and taken her away. Someone with the scent of Arcanium about them. The king raised his head to the red-lit sky and let loose a deep, roaring howl. In it there was anger, and fear, and revenge, whoever thought they could keep what was his would soon find themselves greatly mistaken, he was on his way to her. Lyrics; Spirit, I will always return |
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