My Heart I Surrender
09-18-2017, 02:45 PM
Things had felt slightly better now that Jewell was home. He'd manage to free her from that damn bastard that had stolen her away and harmed her. He was still uneasy and mostly guilty that anything had happened to her in the first place. After all, his mother had left him in charge and she was now his responsibility as well as the rest of the pack. Had anyone else gone missing he might have considered just tracking Faite down and handing his mother the pack back. A part of him still didn't feel ready for this kind if responsibility. The only solace the young male felt was the fact that the male responsible had been punished accordingly. He'd managed to take the other male captive, but his sense of peace had been rather short lived considering the male was now in Lirim's lands. Rory had stuck close to home lately to keep an eye on both Jewell and the captive. He didn't trust him as far as he could throw him and he'd continue to watch him until he could figure out what to do with him. Letting him go wasn't an option considering Rory wasn't sure he wouldn't just go out and capture more young wolves. He also didn't trust him in the pack lands. If the man so much as touched a hair on anyone's head then Rory was going to make sure he suffered for it. Either way, he felt on edge. He was literally living with the enemy. His only hope now was that Faite would return home soon and tell him what he was supposed to do. Talking with Frostbite was an option, but he wanted multiple opinions on the matter. He was sure Faite would be more than pissed about what he'd done to Jewell - would she want to kill him? It was certainly an option, but that didn't sit right with him. Maybe Frostbite was the best wolf to talk to. Rory found himself at the lake's edge now and he gazed absentmindedly off into the distance. It was still rather early in the morning. He'd been up half the night stressing over his options. There was just too much going on in his head for him to be able to sleep. He found some peace in the stillness of the cool morning so he took a seat by the lake as he wandered off into thought. Walk, "Talk" Think |
09-20-2017, 04:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-20-2017, 04:32 PM by Jewell.)
Getting home hadn't been an easy feat. If anything it was harder than trying to understand just what had been done to her. She was alienating herself to stay away from everyone. They seemed to view her with pity and she didn't much like it. She didn't want to see that look in their eyes. There was also the fact that she didn't much want to have anyone she didn't know close to her. She was pathetic she was sure. She just didnt know what to make of her home now. Faite wasn't around and that was confusing, then they had brought Ariet here and that was confusing. She just wanted to leave him behind and find those two other smells she had smelled. She sighed as she hobbled towards the lake. She needed some fresh air and a drink. It was peaceful, if she didn't have the need to look over her shoulder for Ariet every minute. She stopped to do so. Her ears pinned and her tail curled under her. She was having to cope with alot of things and having serious needs to ensure that no one was behind her anymore. There was pain as well. Her leg was always hurting now, even though she did her best to stay off it. She turned her gaze ahead when she was certain no one was behind her. She then proceeded to hobble to the lake side where she could see Rory. She guessed he was taking a break or something. Being the boss had to be stressful. She moved to take a seat near him, though subconsciously she kept him in full sight of her. She took a few small laps of the water then before flopping over so she was facing Rory and her injured leg was above the other. Flopping was becoming the easier way to lay down for her while her leg healed. She looked to Rory then before she let out a sigh. "Jewell misses Faite.... Wishes Faite come home, explain what Jewell did make Ariet so angry at her. Wishes Rory not be so stressed too. Jewell is sorry, not mean cause Rory stress." were those the right words? She wasn't sure. She sighed then and resorted to her native tongue. "Je pense que je t'aime, Rory. Vous êtes ma sécurité, mon sauveur, et je veux vous aider, je ne sais pas comment. Je ne peux même pas m'aider." her words were breathy and soft as she spoke in French. One day he would understand the words she was sure. But she probably had just confused him. She rolled over to lay on her stomach and stretched her leg out. She eyed the water ahead of them. She couldn't remember if she had come her on chance or perhaps if she had smelled him and subconsciously followed his scent. Either way it didn't much matter now. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.