ardent

Journey's fruition



Shai

Loner

age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
19
size
Extra large
build
-
posts
199
player
KatG2
12-15-2014, 02:28 PM


His tall frame would slide gracefully through the trees, oddly with out Gwena at his side. He'd hardly been able to leave her, the turning of the season making her completely irresistible. At that moment he had no doubt in his mind that he was going to marry her, first he had to find the elders firts just to make it official. It seemed that since the land bridge had opened up his family had slowly disappeared. He had no doubt many of them had been taken by the Northerners or killed by the same hand. His heart ached for those that were gone, and that would make his focus on his mate that much more direct. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her, ever.

He was hunting, hoping to bring back a little meal before his beauty awoke. With a grin on his face and a pheasant in his jaws he was making his way back to the den when the voice would reach his ears. So unexpected it was that the bird would be dropped from his mouth and he'd stop in his tracks. His heart would race at the thought of Motif again, and his head would spin. She wasn't supposed to exist anymore, she was just a figment of his imagination, and she couldn't be in the Southern lands calling for him. Ears would fall back against his head as he dropped his head to pick his prey back up. Uncertainty written on his features as he debated about going or not.

Really he shouldn't have, he had Gwena and a life of happiness waiting back at his den. Motif only held with her heartache and uncertainty. Still before he even realized where his feet were taking him he caught her all too familiar scent. His pace would slow, his form coming downwind so she wouldn't as easily detect him. He'd dodge the trees and stealthily would take his last glance at the woman, having no intention of showing himself. He'd not miss the change in her scent though, the faint whiff of another as well as the warm motherly scent of milk.

His heart would beat even fast as a subtle type of panic would grin him. He wouldn't let his thoughts materialize, not yet. He needed to know though, he needed her to tell him this was not happening. Almost shyly he would emerge from the wood, his head low but his frame just as massive as ever. There was worry and a deadly curiosity in his expression as he looked towards the chocolate girl, praying there would be no surprise.

"yoruban" "english"

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