Let's Catch Up

*Demonio* · 06-01-2013, 11:37 AM

Change. Change. Change. It was everywhere. It permeated the air. He could feel it in his very bones, seeping up through the soil that he padded across. Alacritis was shifting. Where the change originated from he could only guess, but he knew Tortuga was most likely part of the start of it. Had the rest of the land gotten wind of wife?s ascension to power? He wouldn?t be surprised. Big things like that tended to travel along very quickly. That made him wonder. Had any other packs gone through such a dramatic change? Were they in the process of making such changes? One specific pack came to mind; Valhalla. What had become of the king Collision?s family? Was the grey king still ruling the Valhalla wolves? But more specifically, what of Chrysanthe? The last time he had chanced upon her she had been in high standing within her family, with not much news to report. What about now? It had been a while since their last encounter and Demonio wanted to talk to the youth again. She was a good friend and he wanted to see how she was getting along. Plus, he?d promised he would keep her updated about his situation with Desdemona. He could only imagine what her reaction would be once he told her that he had made her his wife.

Their last encounter had been chance, finding each other throughout the free lands. But now, the ivory knight wanted to meet the clay-faced girl in her own home. Curiosity about the land he should have explored long ago still lingered and he figured it was as good a time as any to maybe sate his curiosity. Before setting off for Valhallan soil, he bid farewell to his wife, explaining to her that he would be going to catch up with an old friend in Valhalla and that he would be back later that day. After a tender farewell the knight had taken off, his powerful limbs carrying him across Tortugan soil into the free lands. Many of the territories he passed were familiar to him, flashes of encounters passing through his mind?s eye. But as he traveled, he realized there were some other territories, well hidden at that, that he had never noticed before. He made a mental note to explore those unfamiliar lands when he had a free moment. Perhaps he would bring his wife along to explore with him, if she wasn?t busy with pack business.

Valhalla wasn?t too hard to find; to his knowledge they were the largest pack in Alacritis, so they were kind of hard to miss. Chrysanthe?s scent had stayed logged in his memory bank and so he?d called upon it to aid him in finding her home. It was a breath-taking place, much more lush and beautiful than his own home. Despite its beauty he would always prefer his home over any other place, since the love of his life lived there. He remembered how his wife had come here not too long ago to see if she could form some kind of alliance with Valhalla. Had that gone well? He knew there was a slight tension between Valhallan and Tortugan wolves, but he was hoping that wouldn?t be the case with his presence. Chry?s scent led him easily enough to the Valhallan border and Demonio stopped just shy of it, knowing that it wouldn?t be smart to just allow himself inside. Haunches folded beneath the massive brute, rump kissing the soil as he lowered himself to sit, bi-colored gaze sweeping the territory. Crown was tipped back, pale lips coming together as a summoning bay erupted into the atmosphere, calling out to the clay-faced youth. He cut the call after a moment, audits twitching to and fro as he listened to voice echo into Valhalla. He hoped Chrys was around. Were another Valhallan to show he would simply explain his reason for being at their border, but he hoped that wouldn?t have to be the case.

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