01-22-2012, 12:55 AM
Leon spoke, and Liam looked away, watching as the two males on horseback appeared. He left his arm around his mate, but lowered his ears appropriately, his tail lowered to a submissive position. This was a pack led by males, it seemed. (Or so he thought, at least.) And they seemed to know how to handle themselves in battle as judging by their appearances.
He let his gaze drift up, taking in the appearance of the leader, the Rakeeb, and his companion. Amber eyes then turned their scrutiny onto the crows, then glanced at Ayasha, then decided to follow her lead. He would be submissive, he would let the leader ask the questions of them. When asked, he would confess his supposed crime, and then explain how he saw it happen. He wasn’t going to mouth off, as long as the leaders showed they were worthy of his obedience. Skye never did, not really. There was the one time, shortly after he began shifting, but she didn’t even have the guts to try to kill him, she sicced Shawchert on him.
But this leader seemed like he was one who would command respect, and earn it. Like Gabriel had when Liam had met him. He’d had a commanding presence, a strong personality, and a dominating aura. Liam had instantly respected him.
He glanced at Leon again, wondering what it was the other mud hued male was thinking, if he was inspecting Liam for flaws, for weaknesses, for imperfections in his armor. Liam’s only weakness (besides the penchant for listening to the black butterflies) was Ayasha. And she wasn’t so much a weakness as she was a strength. When he needed her, she was there. When he needed someone to talk to him until the butterflies stopped whispering, she was able to do it. No one had ever understood him like she did. No one ever would.
Yet he still wanted to join the pack, to be at her side. He needed her as much as she needed him, and they knew it. As long as his past didn’t interfere with them joining. He hoped it wouldn’t. He didn’t know of any other packs that would take him with his history, unless he told his mate to lie about it with him. He might have insanity in his mental make up, but lying was not something he did. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Honest to a fault, that was him, and he knew it.
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He let his gaze drift up, taking in the appearance of the leader, the Rakeeb, and his companion. Amber eyes then turned their scrutiny onto the crows, then glanced at Ayasha, then decided to follow her lead. He would be submissive, he would let the leader ask the questions of them. When asked, he would confess his supposed crime, and then explain how he saw it happen. He wasn’t going to mouth off, as long as the leaders showed they were worthy of his obedience. Skye never did, not really. There was the one time, shortly after he began shifting, but she didn’t even have the guts to try to kill him, she sicced Shawchert on him.
But this leader seemed like he was one who would command respect, and earn it. Like Gabriel had when Liam had met him. He’d had a commanding presence, a strong personality, and a dominating aura. Liam had instantly respected him.
He glanced at Leon again, wondering what it was the other mud hued male was thinking, if he was inspecting Liam for flaws, for weaknesses, for imperfections in his armor. Liam’s only weakness (besides the penchant for listening to the black butterflies) was Ayasha. And she wasn’t so much a weakness as she was a strength. When he needed her, she was there. When he needed someone to talk to him until the butterflies stopped whispering, she was able to do it. No one had ever understood him like she did. No one ever would.
Yet he still wanted to join the pack, to be at her side. He needed her as much as she needed him, and they knew it. As long as his past didn’t interfere with them joining. He hoped it wouldn’t. He didn’t know of any other packs that would take him with his history, unless he told his mate to lie about it with him. He might have insanity in his mental make up, but lying was not something he did. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Honest to a fault, that was him, and he knew it.
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