12-26-2009, 05:08 PM
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this title is made of win <3 Shel Silverstein 300+
Haven trotted along in the direction of Phoenix Valley, not entirely certain what his purpose was. It would have been fast to ride Drogon, but that would have announced his presence more clearly than he wanted to. For the first time in what seemed like months he had taken on his four legged form, wanting to stay as inconspicuous as possible. A part of him wanted to see the woman who had given him life but at the same time he was afraid of what he might find. She had been a strong and compassionate leader the last time he had seen her and from what he now knew he wasn't certain that was the case anymore. She had turned into an addict and had ended up hurting one of the wolves she was supposed to keep safe. There was also the matter of him looking like the male who had raped her. Haven was still convinced that she must think of him whenever she saw him. Addict or not, no one should have to relive something like that.
Carefully he picked his way to the edge of the lands, sniffing the air for any sign that someone was near. He sensed none. The snow chilled his paws and clung to his fur, melting as it reached his warm body and the trickles of cold water making his skin prickle. He wouldn't stay for long, just a few moments, to see what would happen. Maybe he only wanted a glimpse of her. Not to actually talk, or for her to see him, just so he could see her and gather what he could from that. Quietly he moved along the borders until a dark shape caught his jade gaze. Squinting he found it to be a young pup. He looked all around but saw no sign of any adults. Well that wasn't good, a puppy shouldn't be out all alone in the snow (even though he had done so himself on many occasions when he was that age). The Aatte poked his head up higher and softly called out. "Hey! Are you lost?"
Haven trotted along in the direction of Phoenix Valley, not entirely certain what his purpose was. It would have been fast to ride Drogon, but that would have announced his presence more clearly than he wanted to. For the first time in what seemed like months he had taken on his four legged form, wanting to stay as inconspicuous as possible. A part of him wanted to see the woman who had given him life but at the same time he was afraid of what he might find. She had been a strong and compassionate leader the last time he had seen her and from what he now knew he wasn't certain that was the case anymore. She had turned into an addict and had ended up hurting one of the wolves she was supposed to keep safe. There was also the matter of him looking like the male who had raped her. Haven was still convinced that she must think of him whenever she saw him. Addict or not, no one should have to relive something like that.
Carefully he picked his way to the edge of the lands, sniffing the air for any sign that someone was near. He sensed none. The snow chilled his paws and clung to his fur, melting as it reached his warm body and the trickles of cold water making his skin prickle. He wouldn't stay for long, just a few moments, to see what would happen. Maybe he only wanted a glimpse of her. Not to actually talk, or for her to see him, just so he could see her and gather what he could from that. Quietly he moved along the borders until a dark shape caught his jade gaze. Squinting he found it to be a young pup. He looked all around but saw no sign of any adults. Well that wasn't good, a puppy shouldn't be out all alone in the snow (even though he had done so himself on many occasions when he was that age). The Aatte poked his head up higher and softly called out. "Hey! Are you lost?"