make the streams for our children flow

Temeraire Stormbringer · 10-17-2012, 01:15 PM

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Teme Lupus is by Alaine!

The call had rung out, though it was not a tone he was expecting. Lilin had called for the pack once before and that had been under tragic times. He was used to hearing his father's howl rising above the trees, or that of a stranger at the border. So as the much more feminine sound of Lilin's voice blended into the beauty of the forest around him, Temeraire felt white-rimmed ears perk up with interest. Perched high in a tree, he felt brows pull down in confusion for just a moment before his limbs moved and he began to swing down from the tree. He landed in Jordheim and moved towards his own home, hands reaching to unstrap the leather sheath from his thigh. He'd been wearing it to familiarise himself with the feel and the weight of it as he moved through the trees, his favourite medium.

He moved quickly towards the general direction he'd heard Lilin's call from- it took him only a few moments to catch the group's trail through Jordheim and his nose twitched as he caught the sickly sweet scent of his brothers and sister, the slightly differing scent of his cousins. While Colibri's daughters were not blood-relatives, he saw Colibri as an aunt and therefore, her offspring were important to him also. He arrived and saw the group assembled as close to the shoreline of the lake as possible. Approaching, he greeted those gathered before falling into a quiet watchfulness. He greeted those who approached close enough, acknowledging others who had settled further away from him.

And then it was time to begin and Temeraire turned his attention to his step-mother. He knew very little about the Norse religion, but decided to accept what he was being told. He was as shocked as Colibri about her own promotion, but grinned softly. Congratulations, Coli.. He spoke quietly, his usually loud presence reigned in. The whole pack was here and he had no reason to draw attention to himself. Her own stuttering 'thanks' was endeering and he felt his familiar crooked smile play upon his lips. The meeting had progressed however and Miskunn's words were catalogued. He didn't believe half of it, but it was clear many others did and he wasn't rude enough to scoff at their beliefs.

When the time came for his own brothers and sister to be named, Temeraire felt a strong and almost overwhelming lance of jealous spike through him. Did his father care more about his new children than he had himself? Temeraire hadn't received any kind of 'naming' as far as he could remember. With an effort, he pushed the thoughts away. It was childish to think this way- Miskunn hadn't been around when he'd been younger. The ritual was complete and his father moved to each pup in turn, placing the charms on them and welcoming them into Vinátta. He smiled, though there was a bittersweetness to it. Welcome. He offered softly, sincerely.

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