Demons Never Die [Meeting]

*Sarak* · 05-20-2013, 08:48 PM

Sarak

Sarak wandered through the territory of the Pack that had taught him so much since his capture. They were so? Happy. Free. Strong. Blackmoon Pack was not strong like this. They were only feared because they killed without mercy. He growled softly. When he was young, he had thought they were strong. He had been blinded by the thoughts of glory. He had never known love. It was such a strange thing to see. These wolves loved. Cherished one another. Love was what made a pack strong.

A ringing howl filled the air. It was the voice of Cairo, the male who had given him a chance for change. He had both that male and Erani, the very wolf he was sent to Valhalla to kill. What would he be like now, if he had managed to kill her and gotten away? Cold, heartless. That was what. He would have been awarded a high rank. But from his knew perspective, a rank wasn?t worth an innocent wolf?s life.

He smiled. He was strong now. He had been so weak. Now, he was strong. He turned and bounded through the territory toward the call. He knew what he wanted in life, now. He wanted to stay, be a part of the pack. His lanky legs took him swiftly to the Meeting place, and he arrived, slowing into a walk. He gazed around, mossy green eyes examining the members that had arrived already. If he was accepted to stay, these would be the family he would be helping to protect.

His eyes landed on a female, her face dark brown, almost red, and the most startling blue eyes he?d seen part from Erani?s. She was a beauty, but she looked so sad as she sat there. As though she awaited her death. His ears drooped in sympathy. He spotted Erani and padded over to her, cautious of the two large black males that were with her. She was surrounded by her litter. He gave her a nod, and two wary nods to the males.

He sank onto his haunches and turned his eyes to watch the wolves that sat at the head.

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