~*~ Many a mile had been swept under those giant, rough-padded paws. Yet the tawny and black legs that led to them gave no sign of fatigue or even unsteadiness. The massive male stood tall and still, a proud angle to his shoulders and a steely glint to those otherwise lifeless yellow eyes. One would've thought he was returning to his own territory rather than coming to some place his gaze had never fallen upon. A part of the quiet, calm, assurance was his own character, another part, the fact that his brother, newly reconsiled, was the one who held sway over these feilds and forests. Gargoyle had been invited some time ago to come and spend some days among Collision's family and pack. It would've been a fine celebration to the remaking the alliance. Yet at that time Gargoyle had had his own family to look after. The duties of and Alpha and what not. Only now, with his paws moving in the hunt of a murder, did he find time to visit his brother's borders. His motives for coming now numbered many. Among them still sat the desire to see the distant members of his family, but now there was also the need to see if the murderer's scent trail lingered anywhere near these parts, the need to seek with a friend, and the need for the assistance of a healer. Gargoyle stepped only one more step, before throwing back his head and sending his summons ringing off into the cool evening air. It was late in the day, sunset was nearly upon the world, yet there was a dusky softness to the trees which surrounded him. To some extent, as the light faded, he seemed to blend all the more perfectly with the bush and wood. And odd fact, for in his own realm he stood out like a sore thumb most of the year. Here, there were only his bright yellow eyes - almost too large to be lupine - that distinguished him from the gathering gloom. ~*~

Genesis tried to keep up with the alpha, but he was much smaller than him and the stride difference was tremendous. He might have given the Alpha a look to say just go on without me, but either way Gargoyle was far ahead. This was Gen's time to shine as a member of Glaciem. He had caught Gargoyle's attention by showing in interest in learning the ways of other packs and even learn the way herbs help the body. So when Genesis asked about seeing other pack's, he was granted permission to tag along.

Maybe he wouldn't help with the serious matter that Gargoyle had in mind, but one day he would hope to. He wanted to fly his way up the charts and that would take time and dedication. But the way the young man was didn't quite fit in with the rest of Glaciem. He wanted girls, he wanted love and with that he could not stay loyal to the ones he made a commitment to. But if the two were not technically married, then he didn't necessarily see a problem in doing so.

The Golden dirt colored male walked up next to his alpha as soon as the howl called out, and so his blue eye's looked over at the black and brown male for a minute before looking out over the land to scout out a representative.



"Talk"

ooc: So sorry for the wait, Cairo's got this now :)



The great retiree fell upon the border of the land, his vision not nearly as extraordinary as it had once been he followed the scent, which he found too was also lacking, to the borders. Something foreign, and yet strikingly familiar, would dance over his nares and he would find himself curious, and lost in discernment to discover what lay at the Valhallan border causing wake and or destruction. A sightly smile encompassed his dark features and the sire dipped his head in greeting. He had, actually, not seen Gargoyle in many many years, but, the notability was still there, "Gargoyle?" the question was there, but it were not a testimonial inquiry as to who he were, but to as if he were really there. Cairo had done a lot wrong, but that was not to be condemning forever. Surely?


Eyes fell over the other Glacieite and Cairo dipped his head to her in notable recognition. She had, clearly, been brought along as she were important, and Cairo paid heavy attention to the both of them, "Might I help you?" he would do the best he could in the knowledge he had now days, but where Collision left him, he were unsure.

~*~ (ooc: XD Lu, Genesis is a 'he' not a 'she' ) Oh my, this was a quite a reunion. And what a marvel that the two stood so still and calm in eachother's presence. After all, this was the firs time they'd seen eachother in, years, about half a decade - which is more like half a life time by lupine standards. And Gargoyle owed so much to the Valhallan Royal. Cairo had been almost like a son to Clash, Gargoyle's mother, but rather than looking on him as and adoptive older brother, the boy had viewed him as something closer to a father. Gargoyle had been rather quilty of hero worship in his first year of life, focusing mainly on Crusade and Cairo. For a brief time, Cairo had been the boy's mentor. Gargoyle had had his adventures around Starlite, including the encounter with a bull moose which had left him with his tail stub. But Cairo had taught him a great deal even after he had ceased to be his mentor. Cairo was the first wolf that Gargoyle had ever learned to hate. Up until his first birthday, he'd been just a pup, as carefree and high-spirited and innocent as any other. But around that time he'd learned about his birthright. Gargoyle was the son of two warriors, one a saint... and one more like a green-eyed demon saved from the pit. In him the the capacity an angel's faith, or a devil's cold delight in the torment of others. No doubt the fire in his blood would've awoken eventually no matter what, but it was Cairo, whom Gargoyle could thank for igniting the first sparks. The two males hadn't laid eyes on eachother since that day. That day when Cairo had come with warparty of Starlites and rained down hell upon Crusade. Gargoyle had watched and listened in disbelief and fury as Cairo had accused his sister of treachery - she who had given him years of faithful service, who had risked her life again and again for him, who had fought by his side. The King all but threatened them with war. And in that moment 'Little Gargie' had snapped. Already huge even at that tender age, he'd thrown himself at the Alpha, his world painted in red. The boy he'd been nothing but a big teddy bear most of his life, wanted nothing more than the rip him limb from limb and then maul all the little peices til he was nothing but a stain upon the snow. And for a great many years since then, that remained exactly what Gargoyle planned on doing the next time they met. And yet... when Gargoyle had talked with Collision upon the Glaciem border... his brother had said some surprising things. It began to dawn on Gargoyle that, just as he could change, perhaps Cairo could as well. Perhaps, in his old age, the once great King, repented of some of his actions.... Once upon a time not so very long ago, that would've have mattered one bit. But Gargoyle was different now. Despite his appearence to the contrary, he wasn't a god of death any longer. "I was expecting Collision." About sumed up the moment. The statement wasn't in and of itself rude, but it was rather the wrong thing to say in such a situation. "My apologies on intruding upon your time," he said in his usual monotone. "But in light of our recent reforging of alliance, I come to ask a favor. You know of Asheni I believe? She is dead. Slain by a rogue at our border." He didn't have to say how furious he was about it, or how hard they were currently trying to find and mutlilate the bastard who did it, it showed in the stiffening of his muscles. "It leaves us without a Lead Healer, and only a few half trained medics - no one of Asheni's caliber. The favor I ask is to burrow one of your healers, perhaps for a month's time, in which she can help teach our own wolves. I can assure you, the wolf would be treated with the utmost respect, and Valhalla would have our - gratitude." they was the slightest strain upon the final word; the only hint of inner feeling that Gargoyle showed throughout the monologue. Whatever his personal feelings were, he was he on behalf on his pack. ~*~

Genesis bowed his head at the male who almost resembled him. He didn't quiet know who this was, but Gargoyle sure did. Genesis listen to Gargoyle, not saying a word as he spoke about Asheni and asking for a healer. He seemed a little off at his last couple words, and so Gen thought that there was something between the two; something he didn't want to be a part of. And so Gen let Gargoyle do all the talk, not even speaking at the end of his words, only looking at the wolf before them. He wasn't sure of what happened between Glaciem and Valhalla so long ago, he hadn't even heard. But he knew the two were allies now, and that was all that mattered, right? Genesis nodded when he spoke of Asheni and when he spoke about wanting to borrow a healer, but his expression stayed the same, and not a single emotion came from the brute's face.



"Talk"

Ooh:crappyxkindle post and I am soooooo sorry tad that was.a huge oops on my part.


He knew that circumstances must have been highly interesting to require a visit from gargoyle. Still in all of the interest the king was still notable pleased to see the young man at the borders. Gargoyle had been the first male child he had ever trained, at least taken a part in, and it mused Cairo that standing there gargoyle was right in his prime and he himself was about to ascend into his afterlife. He had failed... a lot... but with hope he was making up for all of hos wrongs. It was the greatest hope an old man could have. ready for whatever came Cairo turned his hears back against his head as the question he had not been wishing to answer came along, "collision has asked to step down from his reign, however temporary that may be, or if it lasts until my son's or daughters wish to take the throne,"


He knew that collision had done his best and for that Cairo was highly proud of the young man, but with leadership came unrest, a sigh fluttered from his lips and he waited for whatever news it was that would come, apparently this meeting would be strictly business. Still what he heard was quite decently shock eyes turned to the other as gargoyle paired his name with a face. Genesis, very well. Finally, he heard the question and honestly the answer was easy, but the decision of who would go were not, "an array of our healers know how to fight, gargoyle. Would we be granted a warrior to stand in beside us? I don't know if I can send r rank, she would normally be the first choice, however, I think ashtoreth or solidly would be best. With solidly would come collision and his children, does this fit you? Collision may be asked to go regardless, and I expect that he would be allowed to oversee his family while solidly trains," hos terms seemed simple enough. Take collision as a guard to the healer, and quote frankly, as a coat. Valhalla wolves had shorter coats for the warmer climates and having extra heat would be best.

	Soleil lay under a tall bush. It was dying, the end of warmth taking all life with it. It was odd because Soleil was just regaining life. Perhaps unbelievably, she felt stronger than ever. Blue eyes watched the clouds go by as she sighed heavily. What a slow slow day. There was a sound across the airwaves, drawing her head up from her paws to look out into the distance. Through the foliage, the sound was familiar, someone waited at the border. She rose to her feet, listening a moment after the call had ended. She didn't hear any nearby movement but it was impossible to tell either way if someone was going to greet the wolf. Her hesitation was momentary. Perhaps she wasn't an Alpha anymore but she could still greet a wolf. Being an Alpha had never suited her. It had been wrongly given to her and she was glad to see it go. Being away from Collision made it hard for her to gauge what caused him give up his seat, but she was sure he had to have a good reason. It likely tied into the fact that she had yet to see his face. When she arrived, firstly she saw Cairo, then she was taken by the great wall of a wolf who stood there. Her auburn lined eyes catching on the markings on his shoulders and back and she had to do a doubt take to be sure it wasn't Collision that she was seeing. He had too much tan. Not Collision. The scent was not his, plus this wolf was built thicker and had a docked tail. His companion was silent. Soleil hung back from the group, listening to them. So help was needed in Glaciem? Cairo suggested that she go, taking her entire family with her. Soleil stepped into the open, clearing her throat. "I will go to Glaciem." Her voice was strong, regal, and to the point. Finally she sounded like the Alpha she had been so briefly. Her eyes fell onto Cairo, "Pardon Cairo, but I will go alone. Though my husband is not here to speak for himself, I don't think he would appreciate you pawning him off on his brother. My children are old enough now to stay," She looked a bit troubled, faltering for a moment. "I'd prefer it." Her eyes turned to look up at Gargoyle. She had never met him in person but Collision had told her enough of his past to know him, plus his markings were unmistakable. She turned to stand squarely before the lord, nodding deeply at him. "I am Soleil, mate of Collision, at your service." Service, servant. Yes, all she was was a servant. God positive thinking was hard without Collision. ooc: LUTARA. >.> THANK YOU. NOW I THINK THAT OUR THREAD SHOULD BE TAKING PLACE SOMEWHERE ELSE IN SOME LIKE...LATE NIGHT SECRET LOVERS MEET UP.

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~*~ (ooc: so sorry for lateness!) Well wonders never ceased. First Gargoyle was to hear that Valhalla had a change of rulers, then... then an offer of having Collision's entire family move to Glaciem. What? Where had that- What was going on in Valhalla? What in the world had Collision done now? Cairo was seeming ready enough to be helpful with the healing issue, but he was scanty enough with explanations. Gargoyle was forced to contain his tongue and hear the old wolf out - weaving together plans for Glaciem before his very eyes. Entertaining, was probably the only decent word for it. "Last time Collision and I spoke..." Gargoyle finished the sentence with shrugging roll of his shoulders. "Well, Collision has a mind of his own, and I don't think he'd be very content taking orders from me. Especially," Gargoyle added, "When those orders might include him showing something resembling common courtesy towards Crusade." Those yellow eyes focused, narrowing their nameless, lifeless insintiy upon the Valhallan's face as his sister's name was spoken. Feelings of bloodlust aside, Gargoyle was coldly curious as to what Cairo's thoughts were upon the subject of their... mutual acquaintance. Before Gargoyle was able to say more upon the subject of a healer however, another wolf was speaking up. A vision of loveliness was stepping amidst the males - wolf and fluffy and doe-eyed... yet beyond the surface was the feeling of one who is tired, perhaps even worn down a bit. The first glimpse of Soliel's elegance was enough to effect even the northern brute. His gaze was drawn away from Cairo, and even softened a bit upon seeing this creature step up to the border. But Gargoyle admired her as one admires the beauty of painting. When it came to works of art, he had his own treasure back at home. The newcomer seemed to have sense to; She had not said a dozen words before Gargoyle realized this. And what's more she was the wolf Cairo had mentioned - Soliel, Collision's mate. Gargoyle almost 'hmphed' in surprise. But then again, he had Orica, didn't he? Proof that angels sometimes preferred the company of sinners. She spoke of coming alone without mate or child - Gargoyle knew nothing of the situation of the family, and was about to ask upon when he was forced to bite his tongue - almost literally - as the lady stepped up to him. Her eyes was she looked him over were indescribable. Certainly she knew something of him from Collision, but Gargoyle could only guess whether it was mostly good or mostly bad. And yet she was willing to travel off to Glaciem with him? "I am Soleil, mate of Collision, at your service." Apparently so. After a pause, slight but painfully noticed, Gargoyle returned her gesture with a nod of his own. ?Glaciem would be honored by your presence and assistance ma'dam, so long as you are certain it would be no imposition upon your family." ~*~

OOC: Just realized tad dropped her boy, apologies for the wait.


Cairo cleared his throat as he stared at Gargoyle, there was a familiar disposition that he could admit to having seen before as well. Matter of fact, he himself was a man that had quite often found himself questioning, not only his acts, but those acts of people around him. He watched Gargoyle, knowing that, even though Cairo had taken on a roll of teaching the man, and though he had mentored him quite a bit, there was a pain staking truth that Cairo had not been the flawless teacher. Then again...could Gargoyle atest to being the flawless student? Amusement didn't dare cross his face, but it was something that he had to question and wonder about. Surely, of the duo, he was not the only one who had done a few things wrong.

"Collision had some personal issues he wished to work out. There was no feud in the matter, rest your head that your brother is fine. He was a good King while he could handle the weight. My eldest daughter, Chrysanthe, is the alpha at the moment. She's doing a wonderful job, if you wish to smooth over the terms of our alliance, please do so with her," brows furrowed slightly at the questioning of Collision's attitude and even at various other circumstances, "Collision would be a good warrior to have at your side regardless of his...imperfections. You'd deny that? He'd be one of the most capable to instill new tricks in children, to show them the true art of battle. I'm certain, however, he's not the only one here who's spilled blood in defense of those he loves," Cairo knew all to well about the slaughtering of the young male that had tried to rape Soleil. A punishment that Cairo felt had been quite fit. Still. Collision had murdered after barely turning two. Such things were, no doubt, hard to handle, even so late in life.

"Perhaps silence may end up being the best courtesy he has to offer, would you object? If no qualms are offered, then what is the problem?" The male had to inquire, and yet, it was still done in a polite tone, something filled with the notice that before him stood a young king. Strong, as he himself had once been. Now, he grew tired even standing, talking of politics and finding ways to heal those around them. Glaciem would have his help so long as he could offer it, but fact of the matter was, he couldn't travel the distance, not again.

Soleil would come and a smile would dance over Cairo's lips as he nodded his head to her, "I think it would be good for Collision to go with you, it would give him a strong piece of mind," Such was a thought he could not argue about and Cairo had no problem allowing the two to go. Valhalla had enough warriors. Soleil had her permission to leave and Cairo turned his head to Gargoyle, "We have a matter to discuss. Privately,"

	As soon as Soleil came into view, Gargoyle was watching her. It gave her more push to stand up straight and be proper. Actually, both of the males took time to look in her direction as she arrived. Cairo offered a pleasant smile, happy to see her as always. She returned his smile. "I think it would be good for Collision to go with you, it would give him a strong piece of mind, Soleil's eyes fixed in a cloud of worry. "I am certain he will come along," She stated. Collision? Letting her go off to Glaciem? Like hell. Not alone. ?Glaciem would be honored by your presence and assistance ma'dam, so long as you are certain it would be no imposition upon your family." She smiled back at the large wolf, "No imposition at all. Things have been stressed of late but perhaps Cairo is right... as he is rarely wrong." Her gaze flickered to Cairo who she offered a half smile. She had to believe that Cairo was right. Perhaps a trip was just what the couple needed, especially Collision. She stood there for a moment, Cairo speaking to Gargoyle again. Private matters now at hand. She nodded to both of the males, her words and eyes falling to Cairo. "I'll leave you two to talk, then. Cairo, if I do not see you before departing then I will see when I return." Now Cairo got a meaningful smile, her eyes filled with their temporary goodbye. Her paws tingled, nervous to go to Glaciem. The petite gal left the males to discuss things, wandering off in hopes of finding her love.

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Masqurading as a man with a Reason my Charade is the Event of the Season though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ Gargoyle was given quite a bit to think over, thanks to Cairo's defense of Collision. Apparently Collision needed a defense? Gargoyle had merely been trying to avoid unpleasantness. Glaciem was a family. Ignoring one another wasn't an option. If Collision wanted to make it a home of sorts - even for just a month, he'd have to swallow down alot of pride. Sure, Gargoyle and Collision had gotten along just fine, better than the northern brute had hoped, but that had been two kings talking terms with equal power. It was alot more to ask that Collision, as a simple guest and warrior, take orders from his brother who, up until that point had been at the same level, or perhaps, thanks to whatever indoctrination he'd received, lower. Anyway, Gargoyle didn't have time to give any sort of reply to Cairo's words, by that time, Soliel was already upon them. Perhaps it was, too, for Gargoyle has quickly becoming irked. Cairo would do well to remember the hatred that the boy had expressed towards him on their last meeting. The option of ripping out throats might be currently off the table, but Gargoyle wasn't exactly thrilled to have to listen to the Valhallan King try to set his long lost brother up as a saint. Or worse yet, as the best of soldiers. Did he think Glaciem needed any help defending their borders? Ack, but maybe he was looking at it all wrong. Perhaps he ought just to be happy that Collision, despite whatever mess was going on, still had the support of his Alpha. Yeah... that was how he should've be seeing things.... Should've. He'd hoped that Soleil's agreement would call an end to the meeting, but apparently Cairo had more to say. As the fawn-like steps of the white fae faded into the distance, Gargoyle's blank, yellow eyes shifted focus. He was alone with Cairo. Once, oh how he would've drooled over such a chance, but no, no, no that wasn't him anymore. He still hated the guy for what he'd done, but it wasn't as though he was about to let any of that show. He had far too many remains to remain collected and peaceful; self-dignity being one, the peace of his pack being another, and... as much as he hated to admit it... the wish of Crusade being another. Despite all the bad water under the bridge, she'd come to a state of mind where she was at peace with Cairo. So why hadn't Gargoyle? Well, that train of thought was enough to make the Chief feel like a brat. Thoroughly chastened by his own better judgement, Gargoyle settled in to hear what the Valhallan male had to say. ~*~ Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done