06-15-2009, 11:30 AM
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How long had it been since he'd smelled her? To be honest, he couldn't even say. Most of the wounds that littered the male's body had become angry scars, so he knew it had been at least a month or two, perhaps even longer. Both he and Kol had slipped in and out of consciousness several times during their incarceration, so any sense of time was lost completely between the two of them. The male couldn't help but shiver as he stood at the border of the only place he'd ever felt at home. Were he a weaker soul, he would have given in to the sweet sense of homecoming as familiar scents wafted to his nose from the borderline, and his heart beat faster as one of those scents poignantly touched his soul. Alexey...[/html]
Dreyrugr sighed heavily in both relief and trepidation. His mate, the only woman who'd ever managed to hold his wayward heart, was still there, somewhere within the borders of Dahlia de Mai. Along with her sweet perfume were mingled the scents of the other leaders of the pack he called family; both Haku Soul's and Cercelee's were indisputably present. Regardless of anything else that had changed in his absence, the core foundation of Dahlia had seemingly remained the same. The Stormbringer was beyond glad of that. He'd had quite enough of unfamiliar and hostile surroundings, and was quite ready to be back among the familiar trappings of Dahlia de Mai's welcoming lands.
For a moment, the wolf was unsure of his next move. Dahlia was more home to him than anywhere he'd ever roamed, and yet he knew that for all intents and purposes he and his sister had seemingly abandoned that home without so much as a whisper of word. The pack couldn't possibly have known what had happened, and he knew that after an absence of that length his place in the pack was questionable at best. The scent of Dahlia de Mai no longer clunch to his crimson coat, and he was no different now than any other rogue loner who cam across the border. As much as his heart longed to run into the lands and collapse into the arms of the woman whose heart he knew he'd probably inadvertently broken, he resisted.
Swallowing his pride and his heart, the Stormbringer stood statuesque a few feet from the territory line. His coat no longer shone with the gleem of health, and his form was a bit more gaunt than the last time he'd set foot in his home, but his green eyes still glittered with the hard determination that had carried him through the past few months. His face and neck were scarred, his ears were absent of their usually ever-present decorations, and he had saved his energy by making the trek home in the lupine form he otherwise rarely saw reason to use. Though the soul within remained the same, Drey was unsure if his outer appearance was still as recognizable. Then again, it wouldn't matter all that much. He would have to start his life over from scratch either way; he just hoped that new start wouldn't be without Alexey. His life would move on if it would, but he already knew his heart never would. All he could do was hope, and wait to see what fate had decided to throw him.