02-18-2010, 08:09 PM
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Rawr Haven is RAWR! 300+
As he had done his border patrols that day he had come across Firefly's scent leaving the packlands and heading north. With the advent of the war that had started between Dahlia and Inferni it made the Knight incredibly nervous to have his pregnant aunt heading directly into the eye of the storm. He had sat there for a few moments on Drogon, deliberating what to do. Eventually he had decided that despite facing a possible tongue-lashing for trailing her that making sure that she was safe was the more important thing. He wouldn't be able to sit easy until he knew that she was safe back in Cour des Miracles and the best way to assure that was to go after her. So, spurring Drogon forward, he had started to follow her trail up into the north reaches of Nova Soctia.
The further Haven traveled the more the sense of unease grew within his gut. He didn't know what Firefly was doing all the way up here, but he had a bad feeling about it. His back was straight as a board as he rode after her, shoulders tense from the foreboding feeling that filled him to the brim. When the distant sounds of a scuffle and voices hit his ears his pupils contracted to mere pinpricks. Haven kicked Drogon into a full-on gallop as his stomach twisted uneasily. Something wasn't right and before he even got there he knew that Firefly was involved in whatever was going on up ahead.
As the horse and rider came into sight of the trio of wolves an inferno of anger exploded inside the Aatte male. Instantly his face contorted into a fearsome snarl as the hair along his neck stood on end. Drogon shied at the smell of blood and the sight of flashing fangs but Haven quickly launched himself from the stallion's back. He landed with a heavy thud and his hand reached back and unsheathed his sword in one quick movement. A war cry tore from his throat as he charged headlong at Firefly's attacker, Vowkeeper thirsting for the bastard's blood.
As he had done his border patrols that day he had come across Firefly's scent leaving the packlands and heading north. With the advent of the war that had started between Dahlia and Inferni it made the Knight incredibly nervous to have his pregnant aunt heading directly into the eye of the storm. He had sat there for a few moments on Drogon, deliberating what to do. Eventually he had decided that despite facing a possible tongue-lashing for trailing her that making sure that she was safe was the more important thing. He wouldn't be able to sit easy until he knew that she was safe back in Cour des Miracles and the best way to assure that was to go after her. So, spurring Drogon forward, he had started to follow her trail up into the north reaches of Nova Soctia.
The further Haven traveled the more the sense of unease grew within his gut. He didn't know what Firefly was doing all the way up here, but he had a bad feeling about it. His back was straight as a board as he rode after her, shoulders tense from the foreboding feeling that filled him to the brim. When the distant sounds of a scuffle and voices hit his ears his pupils contracted to mere pinpricks. Haven kicked Drogon into a full-on gallop as his stomach twisted uneasily. Something wasn't right and before he even got there he knew that Firefly was involved in whatever was going on up ahead.
As the horse and rider came into sight of the trio of wolves an inferno of anger exploded inside the Aatte male. Instantly his face contorted into a fearsome snarl as the hair along his neck stood on end. Drogon shied at the smell of blood and the sight of flashing fangs but Haven quickly launched himself from the stallion's back. He landed with a heavy thud and his hand reached back and unsheathed his sword in one quick movement. A war cry tore from his throat as he charged headlong at Firefly's attacker, Vowkeeper thirsting for the bastard's blood.