You begged for forgiveness, but I struck you down

Theodoric Martin · 12-16-2010, 01:20 AM

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In some ways, Theodoric had found the pack’s seasonal ceremony to be quite quaint. Religion, or even spirituality, had not been a part of his life growing up. On the other hand, he had appreciated the gathering of AniWaya’s wolves, the food, and the fellowship. He required his times of solitude but at the end of the day, Theodoric was still very much a social creature. Despite his initial reserve due to his unfamiliarity with the ceremony, he exercised an adage that was as a favorite of his: a lot of awkwardness could be allayed by friendliness and a genuine smile.

The official ceremony was winding down, somewhat earlier than Theodoric had been expecting. Then again, he was from a social climate fond of extending parties well past their due. Still, he found himself wishing for a keg of spirits to call back the stream of lupines now quietly exiting the warmth of the Great Fire. Perhaps, he mused to himself, I should have been a brewer, not a weaver. Ah well. He had gained so many things since joining AniWaya – if he missed a beer now and then, so be it.

Theodoric had about used up his excuses for lingering when he looked up and saw the same white-and-cream female that he had noticed earlier. The mottled gray male thought he had finally recognized her from his brief stay in Jaded Shadows, despite the passing years and change in location. It was a lupine thing, to not forget the face (or in this case, scent) of one’s alpha. He had been so different then, so awkward and immature, that he now debated approaching her. Still, the lush mountain land he remembered was now a charred husk, and he had to know. “It’s Tayui, isn’t it?” Theodoric’s strongly accented voice, usually slightly brash, was hesitant with insecurity and memory.

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