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Post by Heron on Nov 15, 2009 10:11:35 GMT -5
Heron sat foreword, her body in a poised position of attention as Unalaq began his questions... More of a speech really. In the middle of all his words were a demand for loyalty, dedication, and trust. Heron knew she would give her all in the loyalty to her pack, and her dedication to what ever cause she chose was unwaverable... She would die before she ran away from judgment again.
For many long years the pain of her packs condemnation had weighed heavily on her mind. The idea that the pack she had grown up in and loved with the fiercely dedicated love of a warrior had thought she was a traitor had been hard to bear. The heaviest load was with Herons actions... She had run away, instead of facing her fate. She had been a coward, and that was the greatest dishonor of all.
Heron lifted her gaze to meet Unalaqs, eyes not faltering as she met his. "Aye, Unalaq, Alpha of Amber Moor. Aye. That sounds all right tah me." There was pride behind Herons eyes, easy for the world to see. Behind her words was an unspoken promise... Both to the Alpha, and to herself. She would not fail this pack, or herself, again.
As she lowered her gaze, a grin passed over Heron's ragged features. She was going home.
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Post by Unalaq on Nov 15, 2009 17:33:24 GMT -5
Unalaq bore his head proudly as he saw the look in Heron's eyes, her words of aggrement echoing in his ears. He closed his eyes and nodded, the cool wind ruffling his thick, tangle of fur. He smiled. "Welcome, Heron, to Amber Moor." He chuckled when he heard Larka speak of a wet, cold pelt and nodded. Yes, he too was ready to leave the cool winds that drifted ever so kindly off the mountain. He looked to Larka and Heron and rose. "Let's go home." He turned his attention to Rahiel just as another crystal song, similar to her own but older and perhaps more masculine drifted through the air. He smiled to her and wagged his tail. "And a pleasure it was to finally meet you, Alphess of Sun Crest. May our paths cross again soon?" he listened as the howl died down and nodded to her. "It seems there is another to occupy your attention. We will not stall you any longer. I am glad we came, even if the journey is a long one. Larka, Heron, let our feet fly!" As he spoke, he thought he saw something on Rahiel's back and squinted for a moment but the thick fog played with his eyes. At first he thought there wings but that was absurd! Wolves with wings? Besides, they needed to go their seperate ways now. There was no time for idleness. With one last nod to the Alphess he turned and leapt ahead of his two packmembers, sure of the trail home now, ready to go home and rise again to hunt. ((OOC: I'm going to post in the other thread with Kerisis I guess! Unalaq's freaking out my head about the other wolf trying to claim HIS land . . . lol))
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Post by Larka on Nov 15, 2009 22:00:09 GMT -5
Larka nodded to Rachiel and bounded after Unalaq, catching up to him easily. She bounded next to him. They were three members strong and would still grow larger.
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Post by Rahiel on Nov 15, 2009 23:29:24 GMT -5
Rahi smiled widely as Heron accepted, leaping to her paws with a great wave of her tail. She nodded toward's Unalaq.
"Indeed you will." she promised.
An old howl caught her attention then . . . the song of a Sasriel. Her eyes filled with excitment and disbeleif. She looked at Heron, unspeaking for a second. Another Sasriel! The thought still couldn't register. But her excitment dissapated quickly as she realized she'd have to say good bye . . . again. . . She stood as Unalaq and Larka leaped down the hill, starting for home and walked toward's Heron, her eyes saying it all.
"Welcome home," she said.
She arched her neck over Heron's in a hug like fashion, extending one wing so that brushed across her back. When she stepped away, her eyes were glossy, but her smile bright.
"It seems we both have new things to begin. May your journey prove to be all that you ever wanted Heron . . ." she nuzzled her chin, out of friendly respect, something she would not have done in front of the others. "You are always welcome here and you can be sure I'll be checking you as often as I can."
She stepped back again. Well, this was only going to get harder . . .
"Good bye, my dear friend. Good bye, Heron, of Amber Moor."
With one last glance, she turned and trekked off into the heavy mist, leaping onto cold, snowy ledges before stopping to locate the voice of the other again. With a hopeful smile, she threw back her head and sang again, her voice twirling around in the air, clear as crystal, the sweet sound of her ancestors rising through her voice.
And with that, she leapt into the air, using her wings. By the sound of it, the wolf was over the mountain, so she'd have to fly their to make good time.
She could only hope it was worth the journey.
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