❝ I'LL BE THE ONE IF YOU WANT ME TO. ❞
06-28-2014, 05:36 PM
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06-28-2014, 08:14 PM
The brute had been having a rather off day. The full weight of everything that he had done in the past week was beginning to weigh on his young shoulders. He had not yet picked a den, most of his nights were spent searching his new lands for any hidden secrets, as well as making sure that his borders were strong and well marked. The duties of an Alpha were never ending, and as Azat of Abaven he had many things to prepare. He had gone out to gather as many healers as he could, inviting all other healers in training to host a mega train of sorts. It was mostly for his sister, Harmony, so that she could rise up the ranks quickly. He longed to just simply promote her, but he had to make sure that he treated his family the same as he would all other pack members. He needed to be the Azat first, and a brother second. If his other members saw that he was favoring his sisters, he would have a mutiny on hand. By default he began to wander towards where he had last seen his sister, the rapids pounding in his perked audits. He didn't even notice that he had stepped on a twig to alert her of his attention. Her sing-song voice called out to him, somewhat lifting his heavy spirits. He searched around for her, seeing her standing atop an outcrop of rocks. Chuckling, he hopped up and joined his mocha coloured sister. "Hey there Harmony, I see you have found yourself a place to call your own." He fondly nuzzled her shoulder, placing a soft kiss on her creamy fur before he laid down, resting his head upon Harmony's paws. A heavy sigh left his maw, golden eyes squeezing shut for a moment. "What if I can't do this?" He whispered, nosing into her soft leg fur. It was a lot to take on, and he was feeling the full effects of it. He was extremely thankful that he had both Harmony and Motif here to protect and guide him, he would be lost without them. The young alpha was finding comfort in his sisters presence, the scent of her already gathered herbs wafting up to his nose. It assaulted him with their sweet and grassy scent, providing him with even more luxury in this serene spot. Another huff of breath left his maw as he lifted his head, his pink tongue snaking out of his maw as he began to groom her mixed matched fur. It was a soothing motion for himself, and hopefully for him as well. speech |
06-28-2014, 08:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2014, 09:37 PM by Harmony.)
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