WC:300+

OOC:Set on the third floor of the Courthouse in Jazper's room (Check website for layout). Pre-dated to October 27th. Feel free to start making your own threads



For the past week everyone had been working very hard on cleaning up the Courthouse. Dixie, Rurik and Wayne had done an amazing job in the short time they were here alone, needing only himself and Anann to decide what to keep and what to toss. Things that were no longer needed had been sent out of the courthouse and would be burned or removed from the fort and brought into Halifax in small loads, with the help of the horses. It was amazing how clean the place was starting to look already. In no time at all the main level would be ready for ceremonies and setting up an office for a medic, once they had one.


For now the new leader took to what would become his room. Although the room had been worked on a little dust still lined shelves, the floor, and old bedding which he had thrown in the corner. In the hall, just outside of the room, his belongings were starting to pile up. He owed Anann a lot for helping him bring over his things from Crimson Dreams. Sighing the large wolf picked up his warm furs and began to make the bed. Tonight would be the first time he slept in the room, a scary thought. Everything he did now seemed to take him one more step away from his old home, his ex-mate, his comfort zone and into his new role as an alpha.


Sitting on the fur blanket, which he had made himself for the bed he had shared with Ghita, the Knight looked around the room with a gloomy and indifferent gaze. He should be excited but all he could think about was his mate, Savina and the pain that throbbed in his chest every second he lingered on the memories. How was he going to be a strong leader if he couldn’t even get control of his own emotions?






Talks

WC:300+

OOC:






The gentle knocked surprised the warrior, who quickly rose to his feet and walked over to the door. He stopped suddenly before he could reach for the handle. Fia. Although he loved his daughter dearly he really felt like being alone. The last person he wanted to see him hurting was his youngest. Hesitantly he opened the door, unsure of what to say or do. At this point all he could think about was his Ghita. How could she have hurt him so? After all he had done for her she had forced him out of his own home without a second thought. Pulling the door open with a large hand the giant looked down on his little Fia. She was so beautiful in her white coat. She reminded him of his birth mother really, small and white.


Immediately he could see that her eyes were watery and there was many emotions written all over her face. Releasing a sigh the father relaxed his body and moved forward, embracing the girl and dwarfing her in his arms. "Fia, Fia." He cooed as he would when she was tiny. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his children, yet it was impossible to avoid. “You know when I was your age I went through a very similar thing with my adoptive parents splitting up.” Possibly unhelpful but he continued, “Sometimes two people can’t be together anymore but the last thing I want is for you and your siblings to dwell on it. We both love you very much and we always will.” Releasing the girl from his grasp the father gave Fia some space to breath. Yellow eyes looked down at her awaiting an answer, had he helped at all or only made things worse? Perhaps he should have listened to her concerns first? It was very much like him to jump the gun before listening.