Healing Old Wounds

Falgar · 03-15-2011, 09:20 PM

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OOC: Don't worry about matching my post length =P

WC: 600+

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Not even the ever brightening day was enough to pull they grey male out of his constant state of depression. On his chest he currently had a twisted up mess of emotions, confusion and frustration being the most prominent on the mix. He was just so confused with what had happened some days ago, so confused that he had been avoiding the ashen male for almost a week since he appeared on the borders of Phoenix Valley. Yet he knew the encounter couldn’t be avoided forever and he was unconsciously looking for him.

Even now he wasn’t sure of why he was so upset with the whole thing. There was something at the back of his head that made him want to just throw all this negative thoughts and just look for his father, tackle him and hug him like he used to when he was nothing that a young wolf. The scars that had appeared on his father’s body were definitely a proof for his words but there was always the voice of doubt rampaging on his mind. At least he was glad his father didn’t finish up as battered as he had out of the fight with their old pack.

Moving towards the pack lands heart he searched for the most upon area he could find. He would have personally liked the edges better but the heart of the land was an easier place to be found. Sitting on a rock that was big enough to hold his Secui body he took some moments to order his thoughts. He knew he needed this moment so much that he had even dismissed the raven that had always rested on his scarred skull to avoid her usual angry outbursts knowing they wouldn’t be needed this time.

Taking a deep breath he threw his head towards the tree shrouded sky, letting it go as long as his breath allowed letting the message carry on the mayor distance possible. It was a call directed to his father only and even if he was partially not wanting for him to come it was time to fix things or the wound would only cut deeper. A pair of howls came up with the other to make sure that the message would reach his ears.

When finished he slowly lowered his head until his nose was pointed to the cold gray from his current perch. His body stiffened as he impatiently waited for the older wolf to make his appearance on the glade he had chosen. He was so nervous that he began rasping his claws against the rock’s soft surface, producing an ear splitting sound but helping some of the tension to lift off his shoulders. Each movement only caused his old necklace to make a soft metallic noise, sending nervous chills through his stiffened spine. He had been planning to make a symbolic grave for his mother and using the battered accessory to mark it but he couldn’t quite part with the item, he considered it as the last thing he had left of his now gone mother.

A sudden rustle made him jump out of his heart wrenching thoughts, even if at first there was nothing the scent on the area made it clear who the source of the noise was. A large ashen body made its way through the bushes in front of him, causing Falgar to involuntary pull his body back and force it back down and pull a stiff try at a smile on his face

“Hello father, we need to talk”

a short nod coming after that to show at least the needed respect to the other wolf. And at this moment he finally felt ready, ready to finish with the feeling of dread that had been clinging to his heart for so long.

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