Brightly Wound
01-12-2014, 02:08 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
As far as the pack and her duties within it went, adjustments were being made rather well. Her main goal once they had arrived had been to begin on the cache of available food for the pack since they had left their old one behind. The island, having been isolated as it was, held plenty of new sources of food for the Valhallan wolves, and Ashtoreth had been focusing a majority of her time toward learning their ways, observing as much as hunting, so that she might be more successful when she finally started a charge for them. It was tiring work, and she would have loved to retreat back to a cozy, comfy den and rest up after a long day of scouting and hunting.
However, her adjustment period regarding her sleep cycle was taking a hard hit. As much as she was becoming familiar with the island, she was still learning to let her guard down within it, and most of the sleep she was getting was stolen hours when she could hardly keep her eyes open any longer. It helped having Leon close, and often she would seek him out to curl up beside and bury her face in his fur, losing herself in his scent and pretending they were safe back in the Plains in his old den. It was a huge comfort having him there when she woke too, knowing he would keep the dangers at bay, but at the same time it made her feel rather guilty. He was a strong, sturdy wolf; surely his talents would have been better put to use elsewhere.
It crossed her mind again as he woke her with a quiet whisper and a gentle nudge, letting her know of the meeting that had been called to order. Very quietly she groaned; sleep sounded so much nicer. But her respect for Chrysanthe and an underlying curiosity to know why they were being called together that was slowly growing by the second made the small, slim grey wolf drag herself to her paws and trot along after her mate, still waking herself up along the way.
By the time she arrived Ash was feeling considerably more alert, and she roamed her gold and purple eyes across the faces of her pack mates. She smiled at those familiar, saving a special tail wag for Meili who she counted as her best friend beside Leon, and hung back as he made to greet their leader as family could. With only thoughts of work filling her mind, she hardly felt as if she had anything of importance to share, and gave Leon a moment with her alone until he came back and took a seat within the gathered mass of wolves with her at his side. She leaned into him as much as he leaned against her, and unbidden a sudden yawn stole over her to hint at what she had been doing before arriving.
01-12-2014, 02:33 PM
The pack was widely spread, more so than she was used to, the island just not providing as much room as the pack would like. Now they were both islander and mainlanders, or maybe they were just oceaners. She really didn't know. The she-wolf ambled toward the meeting, limping slightly. She had twisted a paw after slipping off of a wet log and was still having a hard time putting her whole weight on it. Still, the positive she-wolf kept her head up and didn't complain. When she reached the meeting place, she was not surprised that there were so many wolves already there. Soleil would never complain about Chryanthe's choices for the pack but it was obvious she was having a tough time with the new land. She shared the joys of her family, however, and was more than thrilled to see her children thriving. Azalea especially seemed to be back to her old self. Blue eyes stopped her fiery daughter now, sitting with a pup on either side. Her grandchildren. The pale mam took a seat at the back of the meeting, never one to bother the others by trying to get closer to Chrys. Her eyes surveyed the pack, doing a check of general health and well being. |
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01-12-2014, 02:55 PM
Leon waited patiently for the rest of the pack to arrive, and as soon as the last Valhallan did so, Chrysanthe would begin to speak. He was eager to find out what was new, as well as for her speech to be over. He was hardly listening as he thought about what to say. Chrysanthe would give him the floor in a matter of minutes, and he could feel the nervousness beginning to pile up. Though at the same time, the pride and happiness he had for his new announcement. There was nobody he would want at his side but Ashtoreth, and he would make it known loud and proud. He waited patiently for the meeting to finish, though he could not deny the glances and smiles he'd give to those being given ranks. He flashed a smile at Meile, whom he knew to be Ashtoreth's friend. Now, she could have a partner to hunt with. And the thought would cross his mind that maybe he could aid her on her hunts from time to time as well. He would then gaze at Sephiroth, the male seeming to glow with his new status of Beta. Leon liked Sephiroth, he had fought bravely in the war and had even gone on standby when Chrysanthe went to try and get their warriors back. That males loyalty was unquestioned, for Leon knew that he would do everything in his power to keep the pack safe.
Head perked forward to attention as she mentioned Collision no longer being Alpha. He wondered perhaps who would fill that position, or if Chrysanthe would do it alone. More information, this time about Erani. Leon hoped she was alright, after all, Erani was a long standing member of Valhalla. She had been here as long as he could remember, and she was family. Perhaps later he would go on his own private search for her...the news of tournaments brought his attention back, it would surely be exciting to do that! He had to get back into the game with training, and would perhaps seek out Sephiroth for that. After all, the male came from a pack that was militaristic in nature and was a fully trained soldier. Surely Leon could learn a thing or two from him.
And then, it would be his turn. Chrysanthe had announced that he had something to say. And although he was nervous, he would put on a brave display as he stood and strode forward to stand near her. A grateful glance was cast her way, and then returning to the pack. Dozens of pairs of eyes were upon him, and he'd take a deep breath to calm himself. His blue gaze would fall to Ashtoreth, her presence giving him courage as well as the butterflies that swarmed in his stomach. It was time. "Thank you, Chrysanthe."
Taking another breath to steady his nerves, he'd begin. "Hello everyone, I have news for you all, and it concerns a special someone in my life that I have had the pleasure to get to know for many seasons past. For a while now, my feelings for her have grown stronger over the years, and recently...I have let known, my feelings for her." Turning his gaze to focus upon her, he stared for a few moments, taking in her beauty. She was indeed a sight, her dual toned eyes incredibly breathtaking. Without removing his gaze from her, he would announce, "I have taken a very special and beautiful woman into my heart, without her, I probably would not have made it out of the war. It is because of her, that I have chosen a new path in life to devote myself to. I cannot deny my feelings for her, and everyday spent together I find that I am falling in love more and more every single day...Ashtoreth...You have become an integral part of my life. Day in, and day out you have been there. You've put up with my oblivious mind, my lack of common sense at not being able to realize this sooner. You've always been there for me when I need you, and you've always been caring, kind, and compassionate towards me...I would not know what to do without you...I love you, with all my heart and everything that I am. That, I cannot deny. You've unknowingly stolen my heart, and you've kept it close and safe...and for that, I thank you. " Nervous excitement began to tug at him, his tongue peeking out to wet lips that would suddenly become dry. Swallowing back the lump that would begin to rise in his throat, he uttered the last few words before his voice decided to fail him. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...Ashtoreth, will you marry me?"