Pacing ... back and forth, back and forth.
He found himself doing it a little too much lately, as he worried over petty things. He had assumed that all of his troubles would vanish once he joined this new pride, and took a mate. But it seemed everything only seemed to get that much worse. At every turn something new was charging right at him, metaphorically doing whatever it took to knock him down. But he fought back, just as he always had. He had never been a quitter, and this wasn't the time nor the place for him to start. He may have started a new life, but he hadn't started a new Vodnitvar. He was still himself, only new surroundings and new events. But if that were really the case, why did he feel so uncertain about himself? He'd never felt this way before, not about anything in his life. Despite his many, many downward spirals he had always held himself high. He was a proud lion, and nothing was dragging him down.
Until the news had come.
She'd tried to break it to him gently, tried to make him feel as comfortable with this new transition as possible. And in return he had tried to hide his unease. He was just getting settled into the life she had given him, and now she - no 'fate' was turning everything upside down. On the inside, the male chastised himself. How could he ever be so rude as to blame his mate for something like this? It had not been her fault, nor in his mind would it ever be.
A royal family.
He had known she came from one, but it did little to impress him. He cared nothing for her higher status or her presumed postiion in the pride. Rank did little impress him, he had been far more impressed bhy her passion for the fight. Her will sometimes seemed to match his own. The fire in her eyes, helped to light the fire in her heart, and that in turn, had helped to melt the ice around his own heart.
But now things were different. No longer was she able to concentrate on the passion she held so dear, now she was a Queen. It had happened so fast, she'd been summoned one day and didn't return until late into the night. Truth be told, he'd struggled with himself as to whether to look for her. But in his mind he knew she was strong enough to fend for herself. BUT - if she stayed gone much longer, whoever was holding her late would in turn deal with his wrath. Luckily for her 'captor' she had soon returned home, her tail low and tension dragging down every inch of her body. He had known something was wrong, but it was his respect for her, that made him bite his tongue. She would tell him when she felt the time was right, he would just have to wait until then.
It hadn't taken long, before she was ready to talk, and even though he had tried to prepare himself, the news she gave him was far beyond anything he could have imagined. Looking back, he was furious with himself for staying silent so long, but at the time, he had been speechless. But he recovered, at least long enough to sooth his mate's worries. To let her know he was fine with her new duties. To tell her he would stand by her with pride, regardless of what decisions she chose for the pride. And then he was silent. The two had fallen asleep soon after, and when he awoke the next morning, she was gone again.
Her sidden disappearance was a welcome one, or so he had assumed. But now as he paced back and forth along the beach line, he wondered whether things could ever really be the same between them? Would he see her as much as he wanted to? Could she really be the support he needed to carry on with this new life? Even worse yet, he could feel it growing in the pit of his stomach, a raging digust for her new found rise in rank. He was jealous, and the thought made him sick to his stomach. How could he be jealous of his own mate? The one who seemed to have pulled him out of one of his darkest days, and into a brighter future?
He couldn't.
But he was.
His own thoughts were dirving him mad, his head shook wildly as he claws sheathed and unsheathed into the sand at his feet. His throat held a low grumble to it, that he did little to fight back against. He was furious. But now with Fireheart, with himself. WHY WAS HE ALLOWING THIS TO HAPPEN!? After all she'd down for him, he was now just as angry with her as he was with his past.
No. He wouldn't allow it.
He would do something, to prove not only to himself, but to those who looked up to him. That he wasn't going to fall behind his mate. Not to look at Fireheart negatively, he was actually quite proud of her. But to prove to himself that his past hadn't crushed him, that he could rise above the challenges life had put in his way.
Pausing a moment to escape his own thoughts, the male found himself along the cliffs, tying to pride to the sea. It was a peaceful, with hardly a wind to blow, but plenty of gorgeous sky to gaze upon. It was a welcome relief for him, especially since the previous days had been riddled with never ending wind chill and rains. His joints could feel the change in temperature and were squealing in glee. A content sigh managed to escape the otherwise anxiety riddled male's mouth and he allowed for a slight smile. If the sky were able to escape even its darkest days so easily - perhaps it wouldn't be so hard for him to accomplish his goals. Though Vodnitvar typically wasn't your optimistic lion, something urged him further ... a warm feeling deep in his heart .... almost as though there were a tiny fire nestled right into his core.
His Fireheart.
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He found himself doing it a little too much lately, as he worried over petty things. He had assumed that all of his troubles would vanish once he joined this new pride, and took a mate. But it seemed everything only seemed to get that much worse. At every turn something new was charging right at him, metaphorically doing whatever it took to knock him down. But he fought back, just as he always had. He had never been a quitter, and this wasn't the time nor the place for him to start. He may have started a new life, but he hadn't started a new Vodnitvar. He was still himself, only new surroundings and new events. But if that were really the case, why did he feel so uncertain about himself? He'd never felt this way before, not about anything in his life. Despite his many, many downward spirals he had always held himself high. He was a proud lion, and nothing was dragging him down.
Until the news had come.
She'd tried to break it to him gently, tried to make him feel as comfortable with this new transition as possible. And in return he had tried to hide his unease. He was just getting settled into the life she had given him, and now she - no 'fate' was turning everything upside down. On the inside, the male chastised himself. How could he ever be so rude as to blame his mate for something like this? It had not been her fault, nor in his mind would it ever be.
A royal family.
He had known she came from one, but it did little to impress him. He cared nothing for her higher status or her presumed postiion in the pride. Rank did little impress him, he had been far more impressed bhy her passion for the fight. Her will sometimes seemed to match his own. The fire in her eyes, helped to light the fire in her heart, and that in turn, had helped to melt the ice around his own heart.
But now things were different. No longer was she able to concentrate on the passion she held so dear, now she was a Queen. It had happened so fast, she'd been summoned one day and didn't return until late into the night. Truth be told, he'd struggled with himself as to whether to look for her. But in his mind he knew she was strong enough to fend for herself. BUT - if she stayed gone much longer, whoever was holding her late would in turn deal with his wrath. Luckily for her 'captor' she had soon returned home, her tail low and tension dragging down every inch of her body. He had known something was wrong, but it was his respect for her, that made him bite his tongue. She would tell him when she felt the time was right, he would just have to wait until then.
It hadn't taken long, before she was ready to talk, and even though he had tried to prepare himself, the news she gave him was far beyond anything he could have imagined. Looking back, he was furious with himself for staying silent so long, but at the time, he had been speechless. But he recovered, at least long enough to sooth his mate's worries. To let her know he was fine with her new duties. To tell her he would stand by her with pride, regardless of what decisions she chose for the pride. And then he was silent. The two had fallen asleep soon after, and when he awoke the next morning, she was gone again.
Her sidden disappearance was a welcome one, or so he had assumed. But now as he paced back and forth along the beach line, he wondered whether things could ever really be the same between them? Would he see her as much as he wanted to? Could she really be the support he needed to carry on with this new life? Even worse yet, he could feel it growing in the pit of his stomach, a raging digust for her new found rise in rank. He was jealous, and the thought made him sick to his stomach. How could he be jealous of his own mate? The one who seemed to have pulled him out of one of his darkest days, and into a brighter future?
He couldn't.
But he was.
His own thoughts were dirving him mad, his head shook wildly as he claws sheathed and unsheathed into the sand at his feet. His throat held a low grumble to it, that he did little to fight back against. He was furious. But now with Fireheart, with himself. WHY WAS HE ALLOWING THIS TO HAPPEN!? After all she'd down for him, he was now just as angry with her as he was with his past.
No. He wouldn't allow it.
He would do something, to prove not only to himself, but to those who looked up to him. That he wasn't going to fall behind his mate. Not to look at Fireheart negatively, he was actually quite proud of her. But to prove to himself that his past hadn't crushed him, that he could rise above the challenges life had put in his way.
Pausing a moment to escape his own thoughts, the male found himself along the cliffs, tying to pride to the sea. It was a peaceful, with hardly a wind to blow, but plenty of gorgeous sky to gaze upon. It was a welcome relief for him, especially since the previous days had been riddled with never ending wind chill and rains. His joints could feel the change in temperature and were squealing in glee. A content sigh managed to escape the otherwise anxiety riddled male's mouth and he allowed for a slight smile. If the sky were able to escape even its darkest days so easily - perhaps it wouldn't be so hard for him to accomplish his goals. Though Vodnitvar typically wasn't your optimistic lion, something urged him further ... a warm feeling deep in his heart .... almost as though there were a tiny fire nestled right into his core.
His Fireheart.
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