03-17-2009, 10:01 AM
Legion was still so green to Crimson Dreams, still exploring the land, getting to know it and the wolves ensconced within. He'd found the old church and quite liked relaxing there, as well as the old building harboring a jukebox, which was a thing of great interest to him. Human things fascinated him, and music, especially, was one of the things that humankind had made that was unique to them. Something that some Luperci were now gifted with the ability to make, should the desire be there.
The white wolf had actually been in his optime form, keeping more to himself for the day and toying with the jukebox, tail wagging to the beat of the skipping tracks recorded in its memory, when a familiar call pierced the still air. He remembered it only because of his recent meeting with Savina, and her voice, like any lupine voice, was distinctive. The call, too, was one you couldn't mistake...a pack rally.
His brows lifted in a gesture of curiosity. He had yet to experience a pack gathering within Crimson Dreams, and was most looking forward to meeting the rest of the pack that dwelled here. He had yet to encounter most of them, though looked forward to seeing Soran again, whom had warmly accepted him into this place. He actually quite liked the dark fae, and she would be one of the only 2 familiar faces he'd find among the many.
He made his way with haste towards the origin of Savina's call, knowing he neared when not only the scent, but eventually, the sight of a large group of wolves touched his senses. The ebony pack leader was at the head of the room, looking very regal even with the swelling bellyfull of pups making itself obvious. He could never understand childbirth, thanking whatever God or gods there were that he was born male so as not to have to go through with that burden and the pain that came at the end of it. But in all truth pups were one of the few things in life he considered a true miracle, and his one weakness, where his kinder self could be bared, was in raising them. He looked forward to the birth, but for now, banished the thought from his mind as he slowly made his way among unfamiliar faces before finally seating himself.
The white wolf had actually been in his optime form, keeping more to himself for the day and toying with the jukebox, tail wagging to the beat of the skipping tracks recorded in its memory, when a familiar call pierced the still air. He remembered it only because of his recent meeting with Savina, and her voice, like any lupine voice, was distinctive. The call, too, was one you couldn't mistake...a pack rally.
His brows lifted in a gesture of curiosity. He had yet to experience a pack gathering within Crimson Dreams, and was most looking forward to meeting the rest of the pack that dwelled here. He had yet to encounter most of them, though looked forward to seeing Soran again, whom had warmly accepted him into this place. He actually quite liked the dark fae, and she would be one of the only 2 familiar faces he'd find among the many.
He made his way with haste towards the origin of Savina's call, knowing he neared when not only the scent, but eventually, the sight of a large group of wolves touched his senses. The ebony pack leader was at the head of the room, looking very regal even with the swelling bellyfull of pups making itself obvious. He could never understand childbirth, thanking whatever God or gods there were that he was born male so as not to have to go through with that burden and the pain that came at the end of it. But in all truth pups were one of the few things in life he considered a true miracle, and his one weakness, where his kinder self could be bared, was in raising them. He looked forward to the birth, but for now, banished the thought from his mind as he slowly made his way among unfamiliar faces before finally seating himself.