better with you
10-26-2013, 10:40 PM
Seraphim
i?m radioactive, radioactive
He didn't know what had come over him. He hadn't been able to figure it out in weeks. Regardless of knowing the reason, he knew the feeling. He cared for Eris. He cared for her in a way that he didn't imagine he would ever care for anyone, and while the feeling caught him far off guard he couldn't help but welcome it. It was simply unavoidable.
There had been a promise to see her again, but in the turmoil of Tortuga changing hands Seraphim had been unable for quite some time. After encountering Isardis he had wanted nothing more than to see Eris, though. The brute was despicable in Seraphim's eyes, and he couldn't imagine any pack he led would be a good home. He cared for nothing more than power, not even his own children. Seraphim hoped that Isardis would lose his life in this war, as he deserved nothing less, but a part of him wanted to thank the devil for creating this opportunity by instigating war in the first place.
The alabaster brute braced himself against the bitter cold falling around the cove as he entered the area and loosed a call for the woman immediately. He could only hope that she was nearby, and that as a healer she hadn't been dragged into the war to fight as a pawn for her wicked king.
Tagged: Eris
10-26-2013, 11:14 PM
The night that she had met Seraphim, had replayed in her mind. He was perhaps the first to ask her if she was happy, and that question echoed nearly constantly in her ears. Was she happy in Glaciem? Her womb now swelled with Isardis's children, it wasn't exactly her plan, but the power of her heat, and the promise of a release had been to great for her to say no and walk away. Soon after the night was done, the talk of war circulated the pack lands, an alliance with Amenti was formed, something she didn't agree with, as she felt the Amenti wolves were hungry for power, and uncontrollable. She wasn't comfortable with them, they unsettled her. Her feelings for her king were more confusing than her feelings about her home. While she cared for her king, as she cared for all the wolves in Glaciem, she was infuriated by him, by his actions, the way he blindly let pride rule in his decisions. She knew there had been an incident with his son, Taurig, when he left to claim Tortuga, Seraphim's home, but she didn't know the specifics. Was Isardis's pride really worth damaging his family? Yet she had stayed, in Glaciem, where perhaps some thought it unwise, she had stayed because it was her home, faults and all. Her promise to see Seraphim again, had been shoved to the back of her mind as the turmoil stirred. She knew it wouldn't do her well to come home smelling of a Tortugan wolf, and the war required too much effort on her part to prepare. The majority of the pack were away, fighting the siege, but she had remained in the territory, lingering on the edges of it, often drifting into the surrounding areas, waiting for a call to tend to the injured, a call that she was needed. A voice broke into her pacing, the movement of worry, and her ears pricked, it wasn't the pallid wolf that she had expected. Seraphim.. Her mind recognized his voice as clearly as if it were yesterday that she had met him. She turned towards the sound, moving as fast as her pregnant body would allow. Was he alright? Was he hurt? What would he think of the state that she had gotten herself in? Pregnancy was hard, on any female, yet perhaps more-so on her, her back ached, her tiny 23 inch frame burdened with the weight of pups to bear, she was exhausted all the time, but she had to push forward, so she did. Moving as quickly and as gracefully as she could manage, she reached the place where the call had sourced from, and her golden eyes came to rest on the pallid wolf, that she had oddly longed to see again. The words that left her came as a breath, light, and slightly out of breath. "Seraphim?" |
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10-26-2013, 11:30 PM
Seraphim
i?m radioactive, radioactive
He has been pacing impatiently, full of concern that it was taking her so long to get there. Had Isardis sent her off to fight his petty war? She was worth too much to be put in that sort of position. He couldn't imagine risking her that way.
Leaving was just crossing his mind when she arrived, looking exhausted and out of breath. He approached her quickly, stopping less than a foot away. Eris. Relief flooded him knowing that she was okay. It was almost enough to make her condition unnoticeable... Almost. As he looked her over and her scent caught in his nostrils, the realization flooded his mind and he sighed. So the demon has brought you into his madness as well? His voice was even and gentle, not at all betraying the anger at Isardis that flooded his veins, but he still worried that she would note the bitterness somehow and think it was directed against her.
He took a deep breath and his face fell, his eyes showing an emotion he couldn't describe. He focused his verdant gaze on her gold. I'm sorry I didn't come to you sooner. I've... missed you.
Tagged: Eris
10-26-2013, 11:54 PM