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The sea was angry. It was a gorgeous day; the sun shone brightly overhead, and the cloudless sky was a brilliant shade of robin's egg blue. The temperature was warm, and for all intents and purposes it was a beautiful afternoon. But the sea and the wind told another story. The red male sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the cliffs, his hands steadying him as he stared down at the roiling waters of high tide. A strong wind from off the sea played with his ears and made the long hair of his mane dance around his face. That wind was undoubtedly bringing a strong tempest from the west, and the violence of the waves below his feet were a testament to his suspicions. Drey could feel the energy of the storm so many miles away, and it once again seemed he was living up to his family name. There'd been an awful lot of turmoil since his return to Dahlia, both in the weather and in the lives of those he called pack.
Drey's own life was one of those in turmoil. In the week or so since his return, he'd seen his former mate only fleetingly, and though the promise bracelet she still wore spoke otherwise, he had resigned himself to never getting a second chance with Alexey. He would never stop loving her, and wanted nothing as strongly as his desire to spend his life with her, but he refused to be selfish and end up pushing the woman away even further. If she wanted to deny him a second chance, that was her right, and he would respect it. He would not, however, leave Dahlia and he sorely hoped she didn't secretly wish him to. Technically he hadn't even done anything wrong, but he knew better than to try and argue his point too soon. If she brought it up, if she blamed him for anything, he'd defend himself. But he wouldn't make the first move and he wouldn't overstep what he knew to be his boundaries.
The male's face was hard and emotionless as he stared out into the distance, the sunlight glistening off his blood-red fur. Its playing rays made the Stormbringer's scars all the more visible as they stood out against the darkness of his fur. His body was finally just starting to fill back in where he'd lost some muscle tone and fat during his absence. The plentiful bounty of prey in his chosen home was a most welcome change from the scraps he and his sister were thrown during their captivity with the Dawnrunners. Kol had at least been fed a decent diet, for Azrael wanted above all for his supposed spawn in her belly to live. The condition of the pups would have ultimately decided her fate as well, but thankfully the Stormbringer clan had managed to free the siblings before it had gotten that far. Drey was still waiting to hear the news of Kol's pups, and it was all he could do to pray that they turned out to be Elliott's. He'd seen what his half-sister Bris and her littermate's were going through, and he didn't want the same for Kol's batch. The pack didn't even realize they were treating the children of Azrael and Drey's mother unfairly until Drey had nearly torn his brother's head off. Their behavior had improved after that, but only marginally so. Time would tell what would happen to Kol's children, and he was tense with worry for her and them as he passed each day awaiting news. He wondered, deep down, if Alexey worried the same.
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The sea was angry. It was a gorgeous day; the sun shone brightly overhead, and the cloudless sky was a brilliant shade of robin's egg blue. The temperature was warm, and for all intents and purposes it was a beautiful afternoon. But the sea and the wind told another story. The red male sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the cliffs, his hands steadying him as he stared down at the roiling waters of high tide. A strong wind from off the sea played with his ears and made the long hair of his mane dance around his face. That wind was undoubtedly bringing a strong tempest from the west, and the violence of the waves below his feet were a testament to his suspicions. Drey could feel the energy of the storm so many miles away, and it once again seemed he was living up to his family name. There'd been an awful lot of turmoil since his return to Dahlia, both in the weather and in the lives of those he called pack.
Drey's own life was one of those in turmoil. In the week or so since his return, he'd seen his former mate only fleetingly, and though the promise bracelet she still wore spoke otherwise, he had resigned himself to never getting a second chance with Alexey. He would never stop loving her, and wanted nothing as strongly as his desire to spend his life with her, but he refused to be selfish and end up pushing the woman away even further. If she wanted to deny him a second chance, that was her right, and he would respect it. He would not, however, leave Dahlia and he sorely hoped she didn't secretly wish him to. Technically he hadn't even done anything wrong, but he knew better than to try and argue his point too soon. If she brought it up, if she blamed him for anything, he'd defend himself. But he wouldn't make the first move and he wouldn't overstep what he knew to be his boundaries.
The male's face was hard and emotionless as he stared out into the distance, the sunlight glistening off his blood-red fur. Its playing rays made the Stormbringer's scars all the more visible as they stood out against the darkness of his fur. His body was finally just starting to fill back in where he'd lost some muscle tone and fat during his absence. The plentiful bounty of prey in his chosen home was a most welcome change from the scraps he and his sister were thrown during their captivity with the Dawnrunners. Kol had at least been fed a decent diet, for Azrael wanted above all for his supposed spawn in her belly to live. The condition of the pups would have ultimately decided her fate as well, but thankfully the Stormbringer clan had managed to free the siblings before it had gotten that far. Drey was still waiting to hear the news of Kol's pups, and it was all he could do to pray that they turned out to be Elliott's. He'd seen what his half-sister Bris and her littermate's were going through, and he didn't want the same for Kol's batch. The pack didn't even realize they were treating the children of Azrael and Drey's mother unfairly until Drey had nearly torn his brother's head off. Their behavior had improved after that, but only marginally so. Time would tell what would happen to Kol's children, and he was tense with worry for her and them as he passed each day awaiting news. He wondered, deep down, if Alexey worried the same.
Table by Requiem
