There Is A Silver Lining
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The lanky Psi Secondary loped easily toward the north, mottled brown and black pelt gleaming, as though Azalea just being back had helped to bring back the sleek sheen of his fur. The fact that he was going to collect their boys from Glaciem, freeing them, only added more vigor to his steps. Moss green eyes, verdant in their color, were no longer flat and distant, but glittering with life once more. However, as he drew near the territories of Glaciem, he slowed, cadence becoming more business like, face washing of all expression. Despite the thing about dissolving all grudges, and the like, he wasn?t going to be stupid and immediately trust the northern pack. Coming from a pack like he had, he knew a lot about backstabbing, and he would have to see the next two years through without any trouble from Glaciem before he?d trust them even the slightest. Sarak stopped as the scent of the pack borders reached his nose on the breeze, his position being about five feet from the borders, and lifted his muzzle to the heavens, calling out in a slightly raspy song for Soren and Kismet. His call made, he retreated several feet away, haunches lowering to the snowy ground, to wait for his boys to come. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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The time the brothers had spent in Glaciem had taken its toll on them both, but Soren had no doubt that if it hadn't been for Kismet that he would have wasted away a long time ago, with the completion of their den he had drawn in upon himself, secluding himself even more than usual. His only contact with the world beyond those dirt walls had been his brother. There had been calls for the pack, and he had ignored them. He wasn't part of the pack, he was a prisoner and if they demanded his attendance they would have to drag him there.
Soren hardly left the den, only doing so to relieve himself and to occasionally assure himself that this all hadn't been a dream and he was really back in Valhalla. Despite this he had managed to keep himself in decent enough shape, he groomed his fur every day, for seemingly most of the day. There had been a call for both he and his brother a few days ago but he had not cared to answer, and so Kismet had gone to see who it was alone.
The boy nearly ignored this new call, nearly. Something he couldn't explain compelled him to answer its call. He rose, and slowly exited the den, scanning the horizon for Kismet, who no doubt would be heading off to answer the call. There a bit of a ways off he could see his brother, and the two made brief eye contact before Kismet turned towards the border. Soren lagged behind, the pines starting to twist and shit into strange bent forms.
Finally his brother and the one that had called them came into view. He approached hesitantly, standing a bit back from his brother and watching the stranger with narrowed eyes. He finally realized who it was that was standing before them, Sarak. The boy retreated within himself slightly, ducking his head and avoiding the mans gaze. He was happy and yet? There was something else there too. It had taken anyone this long to seek them out, were they really so easily forgotten?
Sarak |
Sarak sat with his head high, moss green eyes watching the woods, until at last, they came. A smile broke on his features, tail making one of its rare wags, sweeping across the snow. ?Kismet, Soren. I?m so glad to see you. I?m sorry it?s taken so long.? And he was, but this was better than a challenge for them. There was no fight lost to wound Isardis? famous pride and fan the flames of his determination to royally wreck Valhalla?s life, and no deaths in a pointless siege. While he had secretly enjoyed his fighting in that siege, the enjoyment was not for the loss of either the unknown male Isardis and Argent had murdered, nor for the death of his rival for Azaleas affections, the skeletally marked grey male. Kismet was obviously worried, and my, how he had grown, towering over Sarak by many inches. Sarak grinned. ?And you and your brother are coming with me as I go. You?re free. Erani secured both a two year treaty of peace, and your release. Apparently, the Queen of Glaciem was in a pickle, and Erani was intelligent, and took advantage of the situation. She sent me to collect you.? Haunches lifted from the snow, flakes of the white stuff dropping from the stiff guard hairs of his rump. Verdant eyes turned to Soren, noting the withdrawn look of the male. ?Erani wanted to get you both back, everyone did. But first, Valhalla needed to be strong enough to fight back if getting you back caused a war again. That is why it took such a long time? Now, lets get away from Glaciems borders before speaking more. My hide prickles from being this close to it.? He turned, setting off at a slow trot, leaving the boys to keep up with him. When they were further away, and out of eyesight of the Glaciem territory, he slowed, allowing his emotions to show on his face. Happiness, fatherly love? They were the main expressions as he turned his eyes to look at them, though his pace stayed the same. ?You two have grown. I feel short.? Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
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