04-29-2009, 06:54 AM
[html]I need a new thread and they are cute together <3 Backdated to before anniversary thread, pls 300+
He reeked of it. The rum, the solitude, coyote, Inferni, dust and puppies, he all reeked of it. Lubomir had not touched one drop of alcohol after the run in with the coyote from Inferni and instead he'd kept away from Dahlia, hiding his face in some sort of shame. He was unaware that the pups were back. He was unaware that really, he looked like a mess. His fur stank and his whole body swayed to and fro as Lubomir stumbled back into Dahlia. He looked around with bleary eyes and a sense of dismay. Was there a point to all this? He thought back to Bane, so many months ago. It called to him, the thrill of moving again, being on the road. His position in the pack was shifting and his absence could not be excused for much longer. That was obvious. He'd been neglecting his duties, his mate, the library. It was all such a mess.
Wolfville would not be far away. The grey male stumbled awkwardly through the city, pretending not to notice how much noise he was making. If he ignored it then everyone would as well. He could already smell her sweet scent. His mind unfogged long enough to think that maybe she was asleep. But he was just too tired and if his home, their home, could offer him no comfort, then what could? Lubomir sighed. His four-legged shape he'd left behind in another life and here he stood, Optime, stinking, hoping to find some way to make it up to her. To his angel. She was the reason he was here, the reason he had stayed.
He found her. She was as beautiful as he remembered and an ache burned in his chest. He wanted to tell her everything, to love her, to be the mate she needed him to be, the one she deserved. Lubomir called out slowly to her, "Angel? Are you awake?" If she didn't answer, he could just go and lie beside her. His beautiful angel of love.
He reeked of it. The rum, the solitude, coyote, Inferni, dust and puppies, he all reeked of it. Lubomir had not touched one drop of alcohol after the run in with the coyote from Inferni and instead he'd kept away from Dahlia, hiding his face in some sort of shame. He was unaware that the pups were back. He was unaware that really, he looked like a mess. His fur stank and his whole body swayed to and fro as Lubomir stumbled back into Dahlia. He looked around with bleary eyes and a sense of dismay. Was there a point to all this? He thought back to Bane, so many months ago. It called to him, the thrill of moving again, being on the road. His position in the pack was shifting and his absence could not be excused for much longer. That was obvious. He'd been neglecting his duties, his mate, the library. It was all such a mess.
Wolfville would not be far away. The grey male stumbled awkwardly through the city, pretending not to notice how much noise he was making. If he ignored it then everyone would as well. He could already smell her sweet scent. His mind unfogged long enough to think that maybe she was asleep. But he was just too tired and if his home, their home, could offer him no comfort, then what could? Lubomir sighed. His four-legged shape he'd left behind in another life and here he stood, Optime, stinking, hoping to find some way to make it up to her. To his angel. She was the reason he was here, the reason he had stayed.
He found her. She was as beautiful as he remembered and an ache burned in his chest. He wanted to tell her everything, to love her, to be the mate she needed him to be, the one she deserved. Lubomir called out slowly to her, "Angel? Are you awake?" If she didn't answer, he could just go and lie beside her. His beautiful angel of love.