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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:09 pm
As soon as Rochir weighted him and said what he did Fute was quick to calm down and back off what he could. He'd wanted to apologize; he hadn't meant true harm to anyone. It just wouldn't do to watch Rochir get hurt. He thought he'd done what was best, but it was apparent he just made things worse between them.
Finally, when Mik was finished speaking and left, Fute sat himself back down, this time rolling over onto his side for the time being. Suddenly all the misery that had encaptured him before started battling for its way back in. Mmm...they both needed to be there for each other right now, and it was obvious. Obvious enough that it made the spotted male realize... was it even a possible task..?
(( emo ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:56 pm
Rochir was, once again, left with mouth agape. Would he be like this when he was older? He only knew one other elder, and it was Mingan.. and Mingan didn't have a rotten bone in his body. Speaking didn't work. Only a tired, childish squeak came from the red male's maw. This wasn't how he had hoped it would be. Turning, he started off in the opposing direction from his father. The two would probably never meet again, judging his age and attitude with things. In the end they had chosen their own paths, and they way they would act towards each other. This was no time to go sprinting into each other, saying you were sorry and carrying on. It was the end of a generation, the eventual end of a bloodline once strong.
"Leave 'im be." he tossed over his shoulder to Fute. " 'E's on 'is way to die."
He knew his son wouldn't come rushing to him to cry and beg forgiveness. They weren't that way, and he'd die angry if he had raised his son to be that way. He limped away as proudly as possible, never looking back. He'd now search for his final den, and he'd do it with a satisfied smirk on his maw all the way.
The wolf left his son, and his son's lover, behind. He had completed his goal and knew that his son had also completed his own. What was left was up to his blue eye'd offspring. Mikhael had come a long way and lived a long life. In younger years, he regretted not killing the bastards that tore him from his beloved, but now he was older and much wiser for it. His mate had died a season before, warm in her den surrounded by Rochir's elder sisters. It had only been 4 seasons past that the tyrants themselves had died away, and Rochir's brother took the land by force. He ruled strong and hard while still managing a calm and caring flare. His mother had taught him that. The land prospered, as did the wolves now living in it. New blood was allowed in, and the pack flourished like it had never done so before. Somewhere in the back of Mikhael's brain, he knew everything was alright, and everything would be alright.
The sun cut paths along the forest floor, let in by parting branches high above. A soft breeze flitted through the forest, tickling the grey male's fur and causing the feathers hanging from his ear to 'fly'. It was almost as though the male had let go of everything and finally found his own peace. His limp had nearly dissipated now, and the scars were no longer visible on his hips. He breathed deeply without wheezing, and his ears and eyes were sharp again. A smile played on his maw as he walked along the forest floor, almost dancing through the spots of sunlight.
Hours earlier the grey elder had dug out an old den and curled up inside. His eyes closed slowly and he felt his anger along with his pain ebb away gently, like the tides at the ocean in the morning. The sounds of the forest floated away, the smells and scents grew very faint. As the mid-day sun rose higher into the sky, the wolf called Mikhael let go.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:04 pm
Fute's maw gaped open at Rochir's words. To...die? No! And yet... The spotted male knew that there was a time for everything, and you shouldn't question things like this; even as sad as they were...
Another moment passed and Rochir seemed to be wandering off slowly, in the opposing direction that Mik had just gone. This didn't make Fute a very happy wolf, and he knew he must do something to help. Do something to provide comfort. "Rochir.. I'm terribly sorry..." Things had gotten really rough, really fast. And something inside the spotted one seemed to pull on his strings tightly, only letting grip go every once in a while, for a short period of time.
"Please...don't go..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:35 pm
"We need t' move on." he spoke quietly, halting in his tracks. "Ah dunnae know where t'go.. but this won't provide a good 'ome fir us." Giving a look around, he confirmed his statement. The ground was dangerous now, the deer and other animals would find better land too. A soft breeze tickled through his fur, chilling him to the bone. With a hard look on his face he turned once more to move to the south. He would leave it up to Fute whether to follow or not.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:47 pm
Fute nodded and took one last look around the place he once considered a safe haven, and a very part of his heart. He knew Rochir was right by now, but it was difficult to admit to it. Either way, he wouldn't stay here and wallow in filth, having a pity party with himself; especially not if Rochir was already leaving.
Would his love really walk off and leave him here alone if he didn't go? It made the spotted male disheartened somewhat at the very thought of such a thing. Quickly he picked himself up and scurried along to the red male, slowing himself to a paced speed alongside him as they went. This was the beginning of a new era for the two of them; he could feel it immensely well. There were no words to say at the moment. Only treads to make upon the dirts of a new horizon...
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