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Post by Kaziph on May 13, 2010 23:45:05 GMT -5
His back still pained him, but it was in a somewhat bothersome way. Most of his afternoons were spent lazying near the den, watching his youngest cubs as they grew into their near-adult-sized frames. He was proud of them. He was also proud of his grandchild, young Briar Rose. She did well, just as well, without her absent father. Aisha was a good mother to her, if a bit scattered. The others of the pack made up for it, if nothing else. This particular afternoon the old brute was resting alone again, thinking of his children. Basile had apparently chosen Keeya as his mate, which pleased the alpha. Beryl was near, he could scent her roaming occasionally. The others were more reclusive… but that was fine, too. So long as they were happy, Cassiel didn't care what they did. Within reason, of course.
Old brown eyes peered about him for a few moments, wondering where the others had gotten to. Their smells were close, but not close enough for him to tell who was who and what they were doing. Cass let out a disgruntled sigh and dropped his head across a pair of crossed ivory forepaws. My family, my family. All there is to me is them and this home, our home. He was content, and that was enough. Certainly there were some things, some moments of his past he wished he could change, but for the present, all was well. |
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Post by Tay on May 17, 2010 22:55:47 GMT -5
Artist: entaie.deviantart.com/  Luma spent her time walking around her den site. After he time spent pregnant, hiding and resting in the dark she found that she could only just tolerate sleeping in her den. More often, she found herself sprawled out near the waterfall pond. The stars would watch her slumber, as would her mate and all the others of the pack. Life moved sluggishly in the summer days. Her cubs were growing, becoming yearlings. She watched as Basile and Keeya's relationship bloomed, and she knew soon enough it would ripen and bear fruit. She felt a distinct hate deep inside her for the brute Aisha had taken as her mate. Jaden. His name had joined Duskai's in her list of those who would loose blood before entering these lands again. Briar Rose seemed completely fine without her Father, seeming to have accepted it long before Aisha, if the fem ever had. Luma saw an old soul in the pretty eyes of her half-granddaughter. The fem was intelligent and quick witted. Gabe and her seemed to share a kind of bond that surpassed their blood-tie of cousin, and it made Luma glad. What's more, the others seemed to be taking the down time to know each other better and learn the lands. It was a good change in Luma's yellow eyes, to see the clan holding together instead of wandering as they had so many times before. There was only one cause for worry in the gray female's mind and that was her mate. She had noticed his failing speed, though she'd turned her pools away from him. She did not want to embarrass her guardian but she was sure he could see the sympathy and sadness in her eyes after a few ill begotten runs. The white master of the mountain was aging, it was true. She was at least happy to notice that his limp had improved, if only slightly. She could still tell when his back acted up, paining him on the rainy days or whatever the case. She'd just returned from one of her sweeps, walking down the path that lead to Aisha's den and then over the river and back around. The scents of her pack mates were heavy in the area, and she smiled at the differing nature of all the scents. Her favorite, of course, was her Cassiel's. He carried a scent of constant winter about him. The smell of freshly fallen snow, the way dirt smelled after it had been warmed by a summer sun and she let her claws upturn it. Earthy, familiar. She emerged into the clearing and saw him with his head resting on his paws. Are we getting lazy now, my love? Happy to let the others scamper about and enjoy the summer while you slumber like a graying caribou? She laughed, the sound lifting through the air. Pure happiness. Her yellow pools were aglow with love. Cassiel smelled of the dandelions that grew over the mountains and the pine needles that blanketed some places like a carpet. He smelled of the wind through the trees, roaring over the small dips and hills. He smelled of the long grass that fed the caribou and the caribou themselves. The scent Luma loved the most was her mate's. For he smelled of his Mountains. |
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Post by Kaziph on May 20, 2010 22:59:17 GMT -5
Her scent wreathed about his white muzzle before her body came into his sights, and the old alpha brute smiled ruefully at his younger mate. Hardly lazy yet, dear Luma. You - thankfully - don't yet know the pains of growing wise. He chuckled and pressed his weight upon his forepaws, rising into a sitting position. His neck hunched forward, but his ears were up and pricked at attention. Warm brown eyes, earthen toned lights of his soul, lit up when they met the she-wolf's own.
Come closer, though, so I can share in that light-footedness you seem to flaunt. The brute stood, wobbled at first as though on so-called sea-legs, and then took a few steps toward the gray fems. He reached her and ran his muzzle along the side of her neck, pressing his nose into her shoulder lovingly. At first he had been hesitant with her, remembering Epitaph, but now it was as though Luma had always been at his side. Somedays he wondered if it was truly a betrayal or not… and, if it was, to whom?
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