It's Come to This

Saluce Tremblay · 02-21-2012, 03:36 AM

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Pain was something flowed through him like wild fire, his right arm laid in a sling, having a broken collar bone to go along with the stiches and swelling associated with it. It was an enduring pain, making the most trivial matters of walking, sitting up, turning, breathing absolutely painful. His soul needed healing as badly as his body, but it wasn’t the only thing that had pained him in as many such days. For the second time he felt an awful pang of loss and he wasn’t taking it well. The Dahlian male had known Nayru and Saul since they were but mere puppies much like Jace’s young ones. He supposed it was only natural for Saul to leave and try to find his own path; at least he had come to him, had inspected those wounds this day and treated him before he left.

It was the first time the proud man had seen firsthand how skilled he had become with his healing talents. And pride had swelled in him just as the hurtful pang of his leaving started to swell within him. There wasn’t much the tall giant of a man could have done, if without injury he would have been able to grab, hold and keep him physically from leaving, but that would have only driven him away from him in a most harming way. No he had let him go, unable to really vocalize just how he wished him to remain. His thoughts had turned to his mate, and as much as he wanted to blame it on Saul not thinking her a great leader he knew it wasn’t the case. Just that the identity of Ichika had left with Razakiel and Nayru, and now it seemed they were at a cross roads. X’yrin could have used Saul around, his presence a much brighter bastion of light and giving than his own, and a better man. Which is what made the loss that much more unbearable to him.

She had left the den sometime before he had heard her call, she hadn’t told him what she was going to do, and today she had been distant to him after Saul. And he paused a moment, pain and the hurt of the soul sought to keep the man from attending. But pity wasn’t something he wanted, to be pitied because he couldn’t attend the Alpha’s call from injuries he had sustained, or pitied because of the loss he had sustained earlier in the day. No the warrior was determined to go, even if he showed up later than most to his mates call. It seemed he wouldn’t go alone, the little owl that X’y had given him had showed up and flown around his head a few times before choosing to thankfully land on his good shoulder. It chirped and demanding a bit of attention but he could only turn his head and let out a soft click of his teeth, no claw could be brought up from his right side to stroke his beak.

Saluce sat out, his feet carrying him along the mountains and valleys, it took a while. His injuries prevented him from rushing downward to meet her. But he knew she would understand his late arrival. Upon the ground he finally arrived, his blues studying the wolves that had already arrived. Saluce decided to stay near the back. His gaze fell on his mate, finding her fiery mane a glow against her subtle earthly hues. Blues then fell on the woman named Jace. Apparently she had had some run in with someone lately, her form was pelted with injuries and gore, either her own or from someone else's. But he kept his thoughts as to her alarming state to himself, wearing the gore of a fight wasn't something he cared to see but this was his mates meeting and so his eyes turned from Jace back to X'y as he waited for her to speak..

Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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