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Conor Soul · 10-25-2010, 06:44 PM

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Rumours could no longer be ignored, and no matter how little he liked this, he would have to deal with it. Eventually had turned into today, and his sigh seemed to belong to one that was tormented as he made his way towards Larkspur’s home. Freedom of speech was something the young alpha wanted to promote amongst his pack mates, but he did not feel like he could leave this alone any longer. It had to be dealt with, and could end good or bad. It couldn’t hurt to open up for a dialogue between himself and the salt and pepper wolf. The orange Soul knew that Larkspur and Haku had probably been something slightly more than mere alpha and member. It was wrong to have kept this waiting for so long. He should have gone ahead and talked more with the pack mates after Haku was exiled from Dahlia de Mai.

Perhaps amends would be possible, opportunities were there and the coin hued male was willing to reach for them. He wanted what was best for those who shared this earthly Eden. The optime’s nose led him the last bit to the cabin claimed by the D’Angelo male, and he knocked lightly against the wooden door, waiting patiently for a response, though uncertain if there was anyone home. It was well past midday, so he could not look away from the possibility that Larkspur had better things to do during the days than to sit inside his cabin.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 10-26-2010, 10:16 AM

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What had occurred with Eris left Larkspur puzzled, but he realized the extent of it not long after. He too realized that it had changed something. Now the voice of the can tah spoke with eagerness in its tone, as if it understood something he did not. Regardless, this did not change things which had come to pass—the boy had proven himself, and been granted a gift and his name once more. Harlowe was becoming more independent, though he was still lacking in any presence within Dahlia. Larkspur was about to realize this might not have been such a bad thing.

He was sleeping, as he had been doing for hours, in a heap on the bed that he had come to love. Though his nose had been working and dragging him out of nightmarish dreams, it was the knock that broke the spell. With a grunt the wolf sat up, spilling blankets over the floor. He collected things like that, finding that freedom allowed him a level of comfort home never had. It took him a moment to click things together—the scent and the noise—but with some guidance this was brought to a head. Rising to his feet, the tall man made his way to the door and opened it. There was no question; only the dull sort of haze of a man still waking from sleep.

Conor Soul · 10-30-2010, 10:50 AM

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Surprisingly, there was the sound of movement within the wooden structure. The young alpha took a few steps back and turned slightly to let his lavender orbs scan his surroundings one last time before turning back to the door to watch it push open. Orange orbs seemed somewhat crusty, and he realized that he had probably interrupted the man’s nap or something along those lines. An apologetic smile curled about the orange male’s lips, but there was no guilt. ”Larkspur,” the male spoke up, addressing the large form. ”I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I wish to talk with you.” Was this a field where Conor had ultimately failed? Was all this his fault? He chose not to believe so.

”Do you have time?” he wondered, though his voice suggested that the other should find the time if not. It was not in Conor’s nature to play a strict game, but he wanted this to be over and done with.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 10-30-2010, 11:40 AM

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Though it was not within Larkspur’s realm of knowledge to recognize tone as it applied to speech, he could not miss the pointed gaze and the feeling that was rising off the young alpha. There was an instant transformation. Both of his eyes lit as if fire burned in their Jack-O-Lantern glow, his jaw tightened slightly, and his body moved to lean one broad shoulder against the doorframe. He did not need the can tah to tell him why the orange wolf was here.

Yet he still said nothing. He only looked at Conor silently. This was perhaps what he had ultimately wanted, but things were changing. The warnings whispered by the little god told him so. He would obey these before any other voice in this word—even Misery, whom he had sworn his life to.

Conor Soul · 11-05-2010, 10:53 PM

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He was met with a cold stare and an invisible, silent wall. The Dahlian leader felt resentment dab away on his resolve, but he made certain that his face revealed no cracks. Patience would be needed here, for Conor did not yet know what he was up against. He doubted the salt and pepper male would make this easier for him. The golden form remained on his spot, deciding that he would not let the larger canine intimidate him. If Larkspur had issues with his leader and how he ran things, then it could not be allowed to be left alone like it had for too long.

”Is there anything you’d like to say to me?” the male asked, allowing Larkspur to reveal whatever problems he had without Conor having to coach it out of him like one would with a small child.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 11-07-2010, 07:56 PM

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There was something dark that had grown within Larkspur. He believed it to be the earth demon-god Tak, but his perception of the world was still small. He was narrow minded and simple. Lark recognized power and domination and believed the only way that one would be a leader was through strength. Conor had not impressed this on him as his father had. Orange eyes narrowed to slits, burning against his dark face. He heard the voice, but it did not speak of reason—it spoke of a challenge.

His whiskers curled up towards his face as his lips pulled away from the yellowing teeth that lined his gums. “Yer here,” he said, unable to hide the distaste in his voice. “So I take it y’finally decided I’m worth yer time.” There was a moment of pause where his ears twitched wildly, listening to that other voice, and his pupils dilated to the point they threatened to consume the color in his eyes entirely. “Yer weak. Yer lettin’ weakness thrive here. If the coyotes came back ain’t no one gonna make it out alive.” This he believed. This the can tah echoed, building itself up from the doubt that had been growing in Larkspur since the last time he had spoken to Haku.

Conor Soul · 11-07-2010, 08:15 PM

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Finally, the man’s face broke up, lining up yellowing teeth in a display of distaste for the man he had to bow before. Lavender narrowed instantly as well, but while the expression in Conor’s face tensed, he did his best to remain calm and collected as the larger brute spoke heavy words of disapproval. Weakness could be so many things depending on the creature that spoke the word. When Conor had risen to take the blood stained crown of flowers he had known that he was not ready, but no one had been prepared for the horror that Haku Soul had forced through while carrying the King title of Dahlia de Mai. Conor was very different from his father in every way personality wise. He had been praised on the way he was leading this pack and that meant that he would have to suffer complaints as well.

”You should have come to me,” he silently spoke, wishing that he had picked up the disapproval from the D’Angelo male sooner. Then again, he could not be everywhere and see everything. He had not guessed that Larkspur harboured such annoyance as was displayed on his face right now. ”The coyotes will not come back.” he then spoke, voice thickening with resolution and nerve. This was what Conor believed. ”Haku Soul started the war because he thrived on blood and death—things have changed; history will not repeat itself.” Though, the alpha heavily doubted it was the concern for new conflict that fuelled Larkspur’s disapproval. What was weakness? ”You say that I am weak. Please, elaborate,” he offered, still wishing to understand the other so that they could create a dialogue.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 11-07-2010, 08:27 PM

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A promise had been made, many months ago, when the former ruler of Dahlia de Mai had been cast out by his own kin. There was purpose in Larkspur not following the madman. He had done his duty, and he had tried to do so well, to spread his work not only to one child but too many. The boy was finally showing progress. Though he doubted her conviction, promise lingered in the black and white girl-child. Larkspur regretted having not made his purpose known sooner—if he had, King might not have left so soon. He no longer had a reason to hide before a child-king.

Low and wicked chuckles escaped his throat. “Believe that an’ see what happens.” He believed the coyotes would never stop harboring their hatred for the pack. Haku had seen to that when he burnt their territory and slaughtered their kind long after he no longer wore a crown. A condescending sneer appeared on his face, turning it cruel. He had learned this from the Khalif. “Y’put yer faith in this pack, an’ what d’ya have? Women an’ children. Yer weak because y’can’t stand on yer own.”

Conor Soul · 11-07-2010, 08:45 PM

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       Jaws were strained as he observed the disrespectful act of his own pack member. Conor could tolerate such lack of manners to a certain degree, but felt his body slowly reawaken and respond to the challenge in the larger male’s pose. Despite conflicting opinions, he was the alpha of this pack. Perhaps the D’Angelo brute was correct. He was too soft, allowed his members to grow too comfortable. His ruling hand was not dressed in armoured mail because he wanted nothing more than to believe in peace.

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Liquid lavender was slowly darkening to mimic an oncoming electric storm. ”A pack is a group of wolves existing together in a union. It is true that I don’t stand on my own and no leader does. We are supported by our members and it’s our duty to help and aid our community in the ways that serves it best and it seems to be working well so far.” Recruiting males or implementing strict rule or whatever the hell the other wanted wouldn't do. He wished to go further on the comment about women and children, but he would not pick at insignificant details like that. If Larkspur thought young and females were weak material then he could not change that view. The other already had his opinions forged and ready.

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What he did wish to know was why Larkspur bothered to stay around if this was such an improper place to live. ”If you are unhappy here, no one will keep you from leaving.” It would be a loss for Dahlia de Mai, but the golden male did not wish for the salt and pepper male to stay if he was deeply unsatisfied with the way things were run. Conor wanted to think that he was able to receive scold and reprimands for his work here, but Larkspur’s way of choosing his words did not make the Soul male genuinely attentive to the matters brought up.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 11-07-2010, 09:01 PM

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The idea of a pack as Conor described it was a foreign one. Larkspur had known only the Khalif, which did not behave in a traditional sense, and Dahlia under Haku’s rule. He accepted these as his standard. What Conor had done to this place left a sour taste in his mouth and made the salt and pepper wolf’s lip curl. His ears twitched still, hearing but not hearing, listening to reason that sounded far more appropriate to him than the boy-king. Once more his pupils changed, shrinking to pinpricks.

“Yer father did the wrong thing, keepin’ you around. I don’t know why he did that when King was the one meant t’lead. Haku made this place strong. Yer destroyin’ all the power Dahlia had." Orange eyes burned ferociously, now with something more than anger. Larkspur believed he was right, and he breathed in the cold air with need. “I’m waitin’ for a real leader to come back here,” he growled, making no point to hide the fact he believed King the more capable of Haku’s sons.

Conor Soul · 11-07-2010, 09:12 PM

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There was only so much he could do for the other, and while he had wished it could have ended differently, Larkspur sealed the deal on his own. It wouldn’t have been so crushing if the other had not included words of praise for Haku. The man had been insane and tried to steer the pack into certain doom. His hands had been freshly red and weeping with the blood of the innocent. Larkspur was welcome to disagree all he wished with Conor’s way of leading this pack, but he had stretched it too far and Conor no longer knew patience. Strong, as well as weak, seemed to hold different meanings within different creatures. Larkspur was corrupt and mad as well if he believed in Haku’s cruel ways. The fact that he admitted this openly right into Conor’s face caused a spark of mad rage to flare within the golden yearling.

Waiting for a real leader? He could save himself the trouble. ”Not anymore,” he sneered, finally revealing sharp fangs several shades lighter than Larkspur’s yellowing set. Here was proof that age did not attract wisdom to an individual. ”Get out.” The Dahlian leader spat the words with cruel disgust turning his voice into dark and dangerous. Their meaning should be obvious enough. Hackles rose and there was no longer any point in trying to keep this civil. Larkspur would be wise to leave the lands quietly.

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Larkspur D'Angelo · 11-07-2010, 09:27 PM

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Too late, something snapped in Conor. Larkspur would have welcomed the rage before, when it had been needed. Conor might have made an impression on the wolf if he had behaved in such a manner when there was no cause for it. Instead he had been busy focusing on keeping his women and stupid children happy. He let out a singular grunt, but his face was a furious sneer. The children of Khalif had spoken to him in that tone, and he hated them for it. He now too hated Conor, for the sound was unmistakable. Fury turned the edges of his vision red, but he did not move against the boy. He believed Conor would simply do as he had always done and all the pack down on him—one wolf, Larkspur could kill. A pack he could not.

Without a word he slammed the door to his cabin and strode inside. It did not take long for him to gather the few supplies he would need. Then he was in the yard behind the building, saddling the horse. She sensed his unease and was made restless by it. Larkspur led the horse around to the side of the cabin and saw to his surprise that the boy-king was still there. He snarled and mounted the mare quickly, turning her with a jerk of the reigns. With a kick, the heavy horse barreled towards Conor, who sidestepped quickly to avoid the thundering beast.

Larkspur rode east and did not look back. The boy would find him, and when he did, he would follow. Beyond that, Dahlia de Mai’s purpose had faded. He crossed the borders and continued to make his way towards the ruins of the human city, eyes burning in the failing light.

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