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His first birthday had passed without any sort of pomp or circumstance. The Aatte male had even forgotten the event until a few days afterwords. A year old. So much had happened in a year. So much had changed. What would this year hold for him? Haven could only hope that the turmoil would be lessened in this one. He had endured so much. His mothers splitting apart, the revelation of what his sire was, leaving his birth pack, his birth mother succumbing to addiction, his love abandoning him, drunkenly losing his virginity with Princess and all the drama that had come from it. A heavy sigh was heaved from his lungs as he recalled all of it.
Drogon snorted and his graceful head swung around to playfully nip at his luperci's leg. The Knight smirked down at the beast and patted his neck. Yes, a lot of bad had happened, but there was good in it too. He had become a knight like he had always dreamed, he had formed a close bond with the stallion he now rode, and there was Princess. Her image danced through his head. The yearling's heart wasn't healed yet, and he still had his doubts about love, but if anyone could fix him perhaps she could. A Knight and a Princess. It was how the stories were supposed to go. Stories usually didn't come true he had found, or at least not in the ways you expected them to, but maybe this time it would. Maybe a part of the fantasy he had had in his head as a child would return to him.
The Cour des Miracles hybrid had set off this day for a leisurely ride, Vowkeeper strapped across his chest. Idly Haven felt the pink scars that ran across his front. They had finally stopped causing him discomfort but they were still clearly visible. He had a feeling they would not remain so forever though. The cuts had not been too savage or too deep, so they would fade away with time. One would still be able to feel them though, if their fingers felt over his ribs and stomach. He had done his usual patrol of the borders and then had sidetracked to look through the town that lay within their borders. The Knight hadn't spent too much time here, really only that time where Firefly had given him the tattoo that adorned his inner forearm.
It seemed quiet, but not unnaturally so. Just peaceful, the crashing of the ocean ever present. Drogon's hoof clopped noisily on the street as the pair moved along. Bi-colored ears were pricked for any other noise and for a while found none, but soon he heard some rummaging sounds coming from up ahead. It seemed the mustang had sensed something of interest as well and his pace turned to a canter, quickly bringing them to the source. They came up to a house just in time to see a horse disappear into a shed of some sort. There was pack member overseeing this all. Haven had seen him at pack gatherings, but they had never been formally introduced. "Never seen anything quite like this before," he said, some humor coloring his voice. A soft smile was on his face as he and Drogon watched the other pair.
His first birthday had passed without any sort of pomp or circumstance. The Aatte male had even forgotten the event until a few days afterwords. A year old. So much had happened in a year. So much had changed. What would this year hold for him? Haven could only hope that the turmoil would be lessened in this one. He had endured so much. His mothers splitting apart, the revelation of what his sire was, leaving his birth pack, his birth mother succumbing to addiction, his love abandoning him, drunkenly losing his virginity with Princess and all the drama that had come from it. A heavy sigh was heaved from his lungs as he recalled all of it.
Drogon snorted and his graceful head swung around to playfully nip at his luperci's leg. The Knight smirked down at the beast and patted his neck. Yes, a lot of bad had happened, but there was good in it too. He had become a knight like he had always dreamed, he had formed a close bond with the stallion he now rode, and there was Princess. Her image danced through his head. The yearling's heart wasn't healed yet, and he still had his doubts about love, but if anyone could fix him perhaps she could. A Knight and a Princess. It was how the stories were supposed to go. Stories usually didn't come true he had found, or at least not in the ways you expected them to, but maybe this time it would. Maybe a part of the fantasy he had had in his head as a child would return to him.
The Cour des Miracles hybrid had set off this day for a leisurely ride, Vowkeeper strapped across his chest. Idly Haven felt the pink scars that ran across his front. They had finally stopped causing him discomfort but they were still clearly visible. He had a feeling they would not remain so forever though. The cuts had not been too savage or too deep, so they would fade away with time. One would still be able to feel them though, if their fingers felt over his ribs and stomach. He had done his usual patrol of the borders and then had sidetracked to look through the town that lay within their borders. The Knight hadn't spent too much time here, really only that time where Firefly had given him the tattoo that adorned his inner forearm.
It seemed quiet, but not unnaturally so. Just peaceful, the crashing of the ocean ever present. Drogon's hoof clopped noisily on the street as the pair moved along. Bi-colored ears were pricked for any other noise and for a while found none, but soon he heard some rummaging sounds coming from up ahead. It seemed the mustang had sensed something of interest as well and his pace turned to a canter, quickly bringing them to the source. They came up to a house just in time to see a horse disappear into a shed of some sort. There was pack member overseeing this all. Haven had seen him at pack gatherings, but they had never been formally introduced. "Never seen anything quite like this before," he said, some humor coloring his voice. A soft smile was on his face as he and Drogon watched the other pair.