true mouthpiece [mtg]

*Conan* · (This post was last modified: 01-12-2015, 11:30 PM by Conan.)

Things were starting to change, both in the pack and in his own life. His wife Phoebe had become distant and he had found that his time spent with her had become less and less....There were even times when he felt that he couldn't refer to her as a wife...they had barely spent any time together since they're ceremony and it made the titan feel odd. The girls were growing up fast and he had begun to see less and less of them as well. With Phoebe pulling away from him, he was beginning to feel like he wasn't needed anymore. The separation from the woman that he loved had begun to bring on nightmares of the storm that separated him from her all that time ago. Without his knowledge his body would take him places of its own accord, perhaps an effort of his subconscious to get him away from the storm that he had been dreaming about for weeks now. He had been sleeping in the family den since the ceremony but once the nightmares started Conan found himself sleeping away in the forest, where he wouldn't accidentally hurt anyone in his nightmares. The isolation was getting to him, causing the otherwise prompt man to slack on his newfound duties. Perhaps he was never meant to live in a pack again.

Natalya's familiar call would wake him from his latest nightmares, ruby eyes snapping open in panic as he scrambled to his paws, nape bristling as his gaze flitted around wildly. It took him several moments to realize that it was just another nightmares, his body relaxing ever so slowly. Giving himself a shake he would move towards the sound of his lady's call, his large body moving uncharacteristically slow despite his size. It would be a few minutes before he would arrive in the desired location for the pack meeting, spotting Phoebe and the girls sitting near the inky woman. He would make no acknowledgement towards either of them, taking a seat towards the outskirts of the meeting, sticking close to the shadows. Haunches would fold beneath the behemoth as he sat, raising his sooty crown so that his gaze was fixated on the queen. No expression would cross his facade as he sat, awaiting to see what was to be announced that day. Something told him it wasn't good.

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