06-18-2009, 07:13 AM
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OOC: Hai! 300+  Dead. The word rang in the grey male's head, spinning around and around like a broken disk, no sound coming but a thin, drawn out wail, like the dying sounds of a wounded animal. Ril'o was dead. Lubomir had not met the wolf in person, but he had not heard anything bad spoken of him, so he assumed that he had been a productive member of the pack and that his death would be mourned by the pack. Svara and Firefly leaving, that too had affected him, though certainly not by much. The brat had been foul-mouthed and obnoxious, a horrible child, spoiled and told she could do as she pleased. Firefly, on the other hand, Lubomir had mixed feelings on. She had been the temptress, so long ago, and she had wounded him slightly upon his return, but he had never felt as if he had been wronged by her. He resolved to find her, if he could, and express regret at her departure. The matter of the puppies he could bring up with her then. The sky was dark and it seemed so fitting. Ril'o had died, right within the packlands. Lubomir had been there, somewhere, and he could do nothing. Things with him and Mew stood no better, she could not just forgive him for going and hanging around Inferni members. Could he blame her? Not really. She had suffered at the hands of the Holocaust woman and she would not accept things lying down. It was what he loved about her, the fact that he could say something and she would voice an opinion, regardless of what he believed. Strong, brave, intelligent. His angel, now angry with him. Angry like the incoming storm. The male walked towards the shore, the only place to offer him solace these days. It seemed that he wasn't alone. The male smelled on faintly of Dahlia, so it must have been a newcomer. Lubomir nearly turned back, too worn out to socialise. But he recalled that he was an Ambassador who should cultivate relationships in and outside the pack. He would not be a coward, not at all. Coming up next to the stranger, the male sat down and tucked his tail around his legs. He sat in silence for a few moments before turning to the other and saying, "The sea's turmoil mirrors that of Dahlia so well these days. Welcome to the pack, I am Lubomir." He dared not say more. It was obvious that he was in a strange mood, but so was this male. It would not surprise him in the least if he got up and walked away. Lubomir could not blame him, not really. The weather was not conducive to talking, but he did have to admit that some companionship would be nice. |