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Larkspur D'Angelo · 04-06-2010, 09:41 AM

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300+ and I suck and am slow.

Since the burning of Dahlia, Larkspur had kept to himself. He did not socialize outside of aiding the peculiar woman with her chains and bondage. He left his own home rarely, living within a home that was much larger then his own needs demanded. The horse, still unnamed, was comfortable with the much larger yard. Larkspur had done his best to clear out the must from the abandoned house, and was settling into living more as an Optime then a lupus. Misery had begun showing him how to do this, and now on his own, he was attempting to learn without a guide.

For the time being, though, Larkspur was doing something rather uncommon—he was relaxing. Without a true need to be obedient, the black wolf was free to do as he pleased. Though the fire had upset him greatly, there was a terrible need to escape this fear. For this reason, he had mounted the mare and taken her for an early morning run. He thought of nothing as they flew across the sandy ground, his hair flying behind him. Only when they crossed outside of the Dahlian borders did he slow the horse and turn back, following the broken road.

The horse stopped suddenly, snorted, and until this moment Larkspur was unaware of a second presence. Not far down the road a young wolf was approaching. As he studied the boy, the stone around his neck, the can tah began to whisper. He did not need to listen long, for its voice was as powerful to him as a thunderclap. He recognized his blood as easily as he recognized the shadow of wickedness in his alpha. Haku had not understood what the fire meant. Larkspur did, and he read the signs as clearly as he read the ones carved on his arms.

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