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Where had he been? He had left when Ebony had needed him the most, he had grown ill and tired, he felt older then he really was, his choices weighing down heavily on him. But no longer could he stay away, he had to face what Ebony has become, no longer was he caught by the plague, though a part of him ever truly felt the same. Raisa had left, and Vaughan had been sick with the plague for months on end, to weak to fight it of. He was back now, and though he may not be forgiven for leaving, he had to at least try to make amends. He no longer felt so strong, as the months go be he was sure there was something wrong with him. Was it yet another illness? disease... cancer? He wasn't so sure yet, but he didn't know how much time he had left. Weeks? Months? a year? He would waste no more time, and with great effort he had made it to the borders he had grown familiar with. A smile would spread on his lips, before calling for the leader. Was it still Katja? He would soon find out. He would call for the alpha, hoping someone would greet him quickly, how much has changed? Was his sweet Raisa back? He had missed her... missed her each day she was absent. He grew sad thinking about it, they grew up together since they where children, had shared so many memories and secrets... he had even been able to witness seeing her children grow. [well sorta]

OOC: Sorry for lame start, im not used to writing him again

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The call that rang out through the air was a bit melancholy, bordering on weak or frail. Valeriya's pale tipped ears perked. The voice sounded, almost familiar. As if it were an echo of a dream. She rose to her feet slowly, took off towards the border in a trance of thought. Perhaps she had just imagined the call... It had been faint after all, and indistinct. But low and behold, she would emerge from the tree line to see a masked brute awaiting her. She gasped, and rushed forwards. "Master Vaughan!" She had not seen him for many moons, not since her extreme youth. He looked... well, he hardly looked as if the time away from home had been kind. He had dropped weight, his fur lacked some of the shine it had once held. She let out her breath in a woosh, taking it all in. "How are you?" She asked quietly. It was the first question of many in her mind, hundreds even, all fighting to be voiced. Where had he gone, what had he seen? Had he seen any sign of her mother, other Old Ebony wolves? Why had he come back now? She took a halting step forward, some youthful part of her wanting to embrace him. But she was not a pup any longer, to suffer through his lessons and teethe on him with her siblings. She was a Queen, the Queen now that Raisa was missing. She wondered if he even knew that she had gone... "Talk" Think "You"

He wouldn't be left standing for long, and to his surprise it was one of Raisa's children that would greet him upon the ebony borders. A smile would form loosely upon his lips, happy to see the Xanilovs taking power once again. But what happened to Katja? Did she no longer rule? He had to admit, he was surprised that Raisa had chosen her to rule and not one of her family, though Vaughan would never doubt her choices. Perhaps that was one of the things that was good about his personality, not being judgemental. A satisfied sigh would slip his maw, still rather amazed that it was Valeriya that he was seeing, hadn't she ran away some time ago? Her presence did lift his spirit though. " Valeriya? Valeriya! what a pleasant surprise! Do you now run Ebony? Im sure you'd make a fine queen, i have high hopes in all of Raisa's children." She would refer to him as master, but master he was not. He had left, and with that he must have been stripped from his title. Perhaps being under Katja's rule just didn't feel quite right. " Im fine Val, i have been away for so long, what has changed? Where are your sisters and brothers, are they still here?"[/b] He would tilt his crown for a brief moment, before sitting down.

He would look upon her with admiration and hope, thinking her more as a daughter then simply a student or the daughter of the queen. Speaking of which, where was Raisa? Had she returned? He hoped to see her, Vaughan had feared that one day he'd become old and frail, or at the very least feel that way. He would raise his crown, curious to know the answer. " Raisa... where is Raisa? I have missed her." His voice would confidant, though there was no denying the sadness within his tone. Had he failed the Xanilov family? He had been raised to be a lord, to serve beneath them and for them, to form a bond like no other. But had it been broken? Had he been away from Raisa for to long? his sweet Raisa? the thought would leave him empty for a moment, though the thought that he could support Val for the last few years of his existence did bring hope.

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