12-05-2009, 03:52 AM
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Table by Sie!
| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/jacquez.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:323px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-top:10px;"> Here is my reply~ sorry he is a jackass! :O The full moon shone high, white light washing the frost-rimed earth pale and scintillating. It was as though the world was encrusted with diamonds, crinkling and crunching beneath every footfall. Jacquez Trouillefou was awake, his black eyes reflecting the dark expanse of the frozen sky above him. The cold air burned his nostrils, seeped beneath his thin fur, leached away his precious body heat. He despised this northern autumn, and the winter that it promised. Nothing good would come of this night. As if to answer his silent premonition, a short pained cry echoed from deeper in the territory. Someone was in agony. Jacquez tilted his head, padding wraith-like across the scent borders of his kingdom, noble muzzle testing the chilled air. Suddenly he drew to a halt, back ramrod stiff, hairs rising down the nape of his neck. He knew that voice, knew where it was coming from. Hanna, the tribeswoman, the one who wanted a careless night of fun and grew heavy with his child. Why she had decided to raise the bastard litter, when he so clearly told her he would not offer support or recognition, baffled him. Jontae was his flesh-and-blood as well, and it simply did not register with the damaged man that it should mean something to him. Perhaps they could serve as his royal successors to the throne once he was finally snuffed out, but they probably all took after their mothers rather than him. Another howl rent the air, this one relaxed, lyrical, joyful. The delivery had been successful. Another child of the king had been born into this world. The night sky stretched before him, open, empty, black. The monarch did not budge. What would he say, if he went to see them? Should he ask for its name, try to remember to visit the neighboring pack, keep track of it? It sounded like too much work... and as far as he knew, none of his packmates here knew about Susquehanna and their one night stand. It could be their little secret. "Bonne fortune... mais je n'ai pas te désirée." |