His first reaction was to feel despair and betrayal roar through his young, exhausted body, but time allowed thoughts to flutter and evolve, and he could now see that the past confrontation with the dark shaded Saluce had been an inspiring one. It was easier to set on cause now, because from one idea, several more would be born as the young alpha slowly wrapped his mind around a multitude of possibilities. Dahlia de Mai still remained the largest within close proximity, though perhaps not as much in member count. Yet their lands remained rich, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was an outright shame to not harvest and prepare the fruits that surrounded him. Perhaps he had become too narrow-minded; perhaps too relaxed with his title. In the past up to very recently, he had been quick to make up excuses for himself. He had been so much younger than he was now when he had taken the crimson tainted crown and put it on his golden head, and there had always been excuses looming under his skin. Now, perhaps there was a new horizon ahead?
If the quest he had set out on had been only temporary, then now would be the time to retire and hand the reins over to a more experienced and mature man. But, Conor had experienced a revelation a few days ago. This was his pack, and he was their leader. He would fight for his place, and they would know this. There were no valid excuses for him anymore, and to think that he had believed them to be good enough to do a half-hearted job should bring shame to his frame. Thankfully, he still possessed the ability to turn the page and focus on the presence and the future. A new dawn was coming, and he would be ahead of all the rest and greet it welcome as it sprouted to life and made Dahlia de Mai into the haven it deserved to be. Why settle for easy contentment when one could always improve. Thoughts would continue to swirl, and the cinnamon hued male knew better than to try to make sense of them before the turmoil had settled. Something great was in the making though, and again he soaked himself with premature contentment as he remained a spectator of his own mind; watching the newly oiled machinery run smoothly.
Cream painted optime feet brought him beyond the pack’s borders and beyond, but he paid little attention; continuing on autopilot. The majority of his fears seemed to have quickly abandoned his somewhat fearful hide. He remained a father, and his biological daughter was a wonderful little soul without a hint of the darkness he had feared so. There was no curse running through his veins, and of course not through hers. She was a gift; a unique and exciting little treasure that he loved more than he had ever thought himself capable of. And it was so strange that these tranquil thoughts were the ones that inhabited his consciousness as he drew closer to a scene of death. Blissful unawareness was quickly, cruelly executed as sensitive nostrils painted black drew in a touch of crimson. Dark shaded claws pressed against the bag he had made a habit of bringing around with him whenever he strode from Wolfville. His confident pace had lost its initial, useless purpose, but he continued forward, aided by a strong heart holding mandatory care for his fellow creatures. The fresh breeze was not as tasteful with the maroon, metallic aura dancing along with its movement, but it drove him on.
The collision of metal and the all too well known sounds of battle fastened autumn hued ears against the Dahlian’s vividly shaded skull. It could be unwise to advance, but there was no other option for Conor Soul. He was the opposite of his dark hearted father. He believed in life, and he could not turn away from this no matter how much he wished for it. Feet hit the ground more quickly now, and it took only a few moments before the male’s lavender eyes could take in the scene before him. Confusion mixed with captivation was his first reaction, for the technology of the beasts’ armour was stunning to an inexperienced eye. Saluce worked metal after his will, but never before had he witnessed canines dress with metal and wield such powerful weapons. The situation before him was dire, though, and thoughts spun through his alarmed mind, for he knew not the story here. All he could see was two canines engaged in a battle to death; one of them holding a size he hadn’t even known was possible. A giant of a luperci, and the man trapped between his strangling hands seemed to be losing the battle here. Conor did not initially believe in good and evil, but the question sprung to his head now. He had to do something, but who were these two males and who was the antagonist?
It was unimaginable to stand idly by and watch a man die, so he sought his physical reflexes, picked up the closest and sharpest rock he could find and tossed it with all his might, targeting the giant’s large face.