The Beginning

Saul Stormbringer · 07-30-2012, 02:43 PM

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Saul had returned from his trip to Casa the day before yesterday- after travelling most of the day down to the pack, he and Niernan had had to stop and rest overnight. Perhaps ironically, Saul had managed to find the wooden chalet that he'd built from scratch when Dahlia had been alive, over a year abandoned. It wasn't looking too great and Saul had been a bit disheartened to see his hard work crumbling. But it had been enough to shelter him and Niernan for the night, Maia and the foals shut up downstairs. Saul had slept in his old attic room and he'd woken in the morning to the disconcerting feeling of expecting Siku to be curled against him. He hadn't thought of the white female in a long time and he'd been a little horrified at his subconscious for throwing him out of sorts. The pair had left early in the morning, Saul all the more eager to reunite with his mate and see his son, neither of which had anything to do with that white she-witch.

Despite the travelling the day before yesterday, Saul hadn't been able to rest much and he'd been caught up in giving Temeraire the little filly. He knew his son liked horses and he'd always intended to give Maia's foal to one of his offspring. He hadn't known at the time of the foals conception that his son would come sooner than expected, and in such a strange way, but it had worked out well and Temeraire had been excited to own a horse. This morning had risen early and Saul had woken to an empty house. Yesterday, his son had shifted for the first time and it had prompted a rather embarrassing conversation about sex and the like. After that, Temeraire had decided it was time to move out and Saul had risen this morning a little forlorn.

The borders seemed like the best place to run off some frustration, so after a swift bathe in the lake Saul had made a move towards the outskirts of Vinátta. It had to have been just a few moments before a demanding howl came from the borders. The soft wrinkle of his nose was the only indication of any disconcertion before he picked up the pace and moved towards the borders. It took him only a short while to locate the caller and as he approached the borders, the male slowed down. Spotting the pair were on four legs, Saul concentrated on his body for a moment, stepping forward and crouching at the right time to land on four legs. Green eyes were curious as he moved forward, bulky body shifting easily. Good morning sirs. These are Vinátta's borders and I'm Saul Stormbringer, one of the leaders. How can I help you? The line was well practised and used by the male, who felt as if he repeated this phrase often enough that he could recite it in his sleep. Dark nose twitching, he caught a scent that set his teeth on edge- he was sure he could smell X'yrin.

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