09-07-2009, 06:02 PM
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 » Hopefully Mel if she has time? :3 Unease was an unnatural thing for the confident Caelum, but right now he couldn't ignore the knot in his stomach long enough to feel any better. Well, wait. His militant march forward stopped and he shook his heavy head, glancing momentarily behind him as if expecting someone to be there. Alas, it was only wishful thinking. He wanted something else to deal with--perhaps he should run another circuit around the borders? No. Just do it, asshole. Inhaling deeply, the hybrid padded forward again, lowering his head as he stuck only his snout into the opening of his cousin's den. He cleared his throat briefly, his tail hanging dead behind him as if a weight were affixed to its dark tip. "Gabe? You home?" He winced at the sound of his own voice. The typical inflections Anselm had to offer were those of sarcasm or irony, subtle deviations from his usual gruff monotone. Now, though, the words were laced with apprehension and discomfort. It was written all over him, but it wasn't like he could do much to stop it. He didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but he had eventually resolved that his cousin had a right to know that his fiery queen had returned... albeit under a different name and with a new life. And a new man. A soft, nearly inaudible whine escaped his throat as he back-pedalled out of the den and took a seat. His mind was spinning enough that he couldn't even tell if the recent scents he'd smelled signalled present occupancy or recent departure. If he couldn't find the Aquila here, he wasn't really sure what he might do. His ears fell back as he realised maybe he should have spoken to Kaena first. Surely she would have known what her may have son wanted--to live in blissful ignorance, or to grab the bull by the horns and move forward. Having never even considered a life-long commitment to a partner, Anselm couldn't even begin to imagine what he might have wanted in Gabriel's paws--either way, he was prepared to deal with the aftermath. That was what family did for one another, even if things got ugly. |