01-13-2009, 06:49 PM
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OOC: Sorry for the wait, everyone! I nearly missed my turn too D: 600+  He kept wondering why he was even there. Mew wasn't. The call had not specified that all should be there. Lubomir felt sorely tempted to just leave. There was probably not much he could do to help them. He'd probably even slow them down, tired and out of it as he was. It wasn't so much a negative attitude as self-loathing. The grey male could easily be upbeat and even happy at times, but mostly he berated himself for things that might not have been his fault. It was a habit he could not really break any more. And even more so now that the meeting seemed to be for a hunt, not reprimanding him. The others came after him, a female whom Lubomir could tell held some authority in the pack and another male. And while Haku devoted himself to explaining the purpose of the hunt, Lubomir studied the others around him. The second in command and Firefly were easily dismissed. The former because Lubomir had had enough male for one day and the latter because now it seemed her pregnancy stood out more and more. He recalled all too clearly their meeting and the argument that had followed, although he wished nothing more than to be rid of her and her awful presence. So she would bear Haku's children. The demon wench and the twisted male deserved each other. If he could have, Lubomir would have taken Mew from this place. But he could not provide for her, not on his own, and he doubted that she would simply up and leave. Haku was kin. This place had been her home. And the grey male was still a stranger, a spectre from beyond the grave. Instead of bothering with Haku and Firefly, Lubomir studied the others. The odd coloured female posed particular interest to him, if only because she seemed aloof. Or came across as that. Her strange markings piqued his interest and Lubomir found himself imagining a story of her life, with detailed traditions and antique rituals. He would have to talk to her, surely. The pups were just that, pups. Creatures that Lubomir could not comprehend. And by the look of it, when Firefly would have hers, then there would be more. It had occurred to him that should he mate Mew, she might have pups, but the thought of that frightened him slightly. He would not know what to do around her. Abandon her? Ignore her? Cater to her every whim? For all that he loved her, Lubomir knew next to nothing about Mew. He found the thought disheartening. His last two subjects were the late comers. The female certainly held some respect, if only because Haku seemed to greet her with more flourish. Again, the Bluet would have to speak with her, if only to make his intentions clear. If she too were Mew's kin, then maybe Lubomir had a chance to make everything right. And win her heart. Lastly, the male. Lubomir dismissed him, with a curt nod. If he proved someone that could be trusted, then he would do so. If not, then not. Listening only half-heartedly to Haku's speech, and the comments made by the others, Lubomir found himself missing peace and solitude and the sense of learning he had once had in Shadowed Sun. He resolved to see Tayui and Pilot again, to let them know he was well. That he was back. Drawing his attention back to the hunt, the male called out to Haku, "How should the groups be split? Who is to go ahead and who to stay behind? We are five moving in to kill." His tone was cold, but polite, curt and clipped. Lubomir would say what he had to say and then be silent. He wanted to incur no special attention from anyone. Instead, he moved closer to Haku and the strange-marked female, waiting for the next move. |