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- Dreyrugr - 06-17-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/ ... _table.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> The sky was as grey as his mood. Beneath it, the ocean churned in a dark shade of slate blue, adding more grey tones to the dreary atmosphere. It'd been two days since his return to Dahlia, and though he'd visited the house he'd shared with Alexey, he had yet to move back in. Things were decidedly rocky between the former lovebirds, and Drey had no desire to fracture things even more by being constantly around her. Complicating matters was the fact that Haku's half-grown son had moved in during Drey's absence, and it was quite clear that Conor had taken the foremost place in Alexey's heart. If the Stormbringer moved back in too soon (if at all, to be honest), it would likely make the boy uncomfortable, which would sour things with Alexey even further. No, he couldn't even think about returning to the house until he'd had ample time to get to know the boy who now called it home. Emerald eyes stared out absently across the sea as he sighed. The male sat cross-legged on a large grey rock overlooking the beach, his sides moving softly as he breathed in the world. It had only been two months that he'd been away, and yet so much had changed. He was alone this time; the sister who'd been his original reason for coming to Dahlia was now recovering from a nightmarish ordeal back in the Valley, her mate by her side. Drey knew she and Elliott would probably return eventually, but he could wait no longer. When he finally had word that Kol would survive to recover fully, he'd quickly said his important farewells and slipped out in the middle of the night. His single thought had been getting back to Lexey. It hadn't taken very long to make the journey, though he'd had to rest often as his still-healing body had been sapped of its healthy stamina in the months before. He knew to expect the woman's anger when he returned, but he hadn't expected for her to take so long to overcome it once she knew what had happened. It wasn't as if Drey and Kol had deliberately abandoned her, after all. Then again, he was also aware that women tended to hold onto intense emotion longer than men for whatever reason, and betrayal and anger were two of the most stubborn emotions he knew of. For Lexey, he'd wait. The male sighed as he shifted his weight slightly. He'd already been sitting there for more than an hour, but he had no idea of the passage of time. Today, all that mattered was getting his jumbled thoughts and feelings in order, and the seemingly abandoned expanse of Whisper Beach seemed the perfect place for such an endeavor. Table by Requiem - Lubomir Varg - 06-18-2009 [html]
- Dreyrugr - 06-18-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/ ... _table.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> OOC: Oh hai! XDD He'd been completely lost in his thoughts when the other male approached. His sudden arrival pulled the russet male out of his trance, and stretched his tense body as the stranger took a seat beside him. He smelled unmistakably of Dahlia, and Drey remembered coming across his scent around the packlands the first time he'd been around. Whoever he was, the male had called the pack home for awhile now, and was definitely not a newcomer. The Stormbringer at first thought of breaking the silence himself, but after a few moments, the stranger was the first to do so. At the mention of the sea, Drey turned his emerald eyes back to it, and then up to the roiling clouds that reflected the tempest of his inner thoughts. A sad smile tugged the corner of his lips as he formed a comment for the other's statement. "It would seem that way, wouldn't it? I know I missed a lot in the two months I was gone from Dahlia, but it definitely seems the pack is even more on edge than the first time I was here." The filix let silence hang between the pair again for a few minutes, before finally acknowledging the other male's introduction. Tilting his head slightly, his grass-green gaze slipped back to his companion. "Thanks for the welcome, though this time around I guess it's a 'welcome back.' Name's Dreyrugr, from the Stormbringer clan so many people seem to know about. Seems I'm living up to our family name today." He winked at Lubomir, inclining his head toward the messy stormclouds above them. They were moving in quickly, and would probably open the sky to a flooding downpour within the next half hour or so. Drey wasn't bothered by rain in the slightest, and he actually revelled in the energy of a raging storm. It was when he truly felt the most alive. Table by Requiem - Lubomir Varg - 07-08-2009 [html]
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