Time to Settle things

[Lykos]

Grief and sorrow...both Jarl and Nina speak of it. Gawain suddenly realized what made him different from other wolves. He didn't feel his own sadness, all he felt was the sadness of others, but it was a mere fragment of this sadness. His family now only resides in past better left to be forgotten. Past much older than the recent fire. He didn't loose anyone, his only friend survived. He was happy. Happy, while others were filled with sorrow. He was a loner, trusting others was very hard for him. But he didn't expect that he is capable of such... ignorance to his pack's tragedy. A truly shameful trait...

"Grief and sorrow...it's been a long time since I felt these feelings. I hate to admit that, but...I'm happy. Happy that me and Sylph are alive. I can't make myself care about these who died, nor understand what you are feeling."

The old wolf, Jarl, tried hard but couldn't hide his feelings all the time. One was especially strong: guilt. Wasn't he feeling guilt now, too? Whatever. Gawain will have to deal with it by himself, but he could help Jarl a little.

"Don't blame yourself, Jarl. No one could help them. If you tried, you wouldn't be alive today. You think that they would want you to die with them? I doubt it."

Despite his personality, Gawain felt great responsibility for everyone around him. But he wasn't like that before the fire. He changed a little, so he will never have to apologize for something like this again. Now he would sacrifice himself to save others.

"So, we are going to hunt? Right... When we find something worth our time, Sylph and Jarl will search for a good place to prepare an ambush. Then Nina, Sylph and I will chase the prey and hurt it a little, while Jarl and Christoph wait at the right spot to deal the finishing blow. Any objections?" Finished talking, Gawain sat down and waited for others to get ready. He hoped that it won't take long, he won't be able to enjoy others company for some time. But he did enjoy giving orders.

[kai]

Lykos..Nina had just asked everyone to go on a hunt...including Gawain. Everyone has to hunt. And they need their Elipson male for that.

[Lykos]

OOC: Ahh, sorry. I didn't think of it as right away. Will fix it.

Done. Sorry again!

[~Ice Blitz~]

question: are we gonna wait for Lycoris, or just keep posting? She's gone till the 8th....

[~Ice Blitz~]

Silver eyes lowered themselves to the ground in shame, as the Alphena reacted with displeasure to their brief scuffle. Shame inflicted every pore of the wolf's body, and he resented what he had so unknowingly started. He should have know she would not react favorably, he should have known not to fight in the first place...but what was done, was done. The brute sighed, ignoring the black brute, and almost everyone else in the group. He had displeased his best mate's mate. Briefly he considered leaving the pack, removing himself, the proverbial thorn in their sides...but then the she-wolf was head-butting his shoulder, whispering to him that it was okay to show weakness. The old male held in a snort. He doubted there was a wolf here that wouldn't take advantage of him if they knew of his deaf ear! They already called him old, as if he was folly and senile. If they learned how much he was really hurting, things would get ugly. The brute, for once, kept his eyes downcast, not daring to meet those of Nina lest she see the secret desires brewing in them. For all the male lived for now was the survival, functionality, and happiness of the pack. And if that failed...if he hindered it in any way...he'd be better off gone.

It was then that the older wolf felt a small body press up against him, and he looked up to see Riot beside him. Though he might never admit it openly, he was very fond of the young wolf. He wondered if she'd be sad if he left? If she'd miss him? It was probably her and Nina, the only things left that could make the brute stay. If not out of brotherly/fatherly love, then out of duty to his friend.

"Don't blame yourself, Jarl. No one could help them. If you tried, you wouldn't be alive today. You think that they would want you to die with them? I doubt it."

Jarl just barely kept himself from letting out a snort in laughter. Ha! At least if he had died with them, they might all have gone to the afterlife together.

He shook his great head, blocking out the words of wisdom. If only he had been there sooner, if only...

The brute blinked as Gawain launched into dishing out orders. It made his fur bristle at first, but he realized, had the situation been reversed, and had they been on the verge of war, it would have been him giving the orders. Slightly satisfied that it was only when hunting, the brute stood, and glanced down at his charge.

"Ready to hunt, Riot?" A slight smile tugged at his maw, but did not quite meet his eyes. He nodded to Gawain. "Where would you have us go Fang?" He awaited too, for the beta to join them. The first hunt of the season. The brute felt his blood begin to boil, and he previous cares washed away in the bloodlust. This indeed, would be a hunt the prey would never forget.

[lycoris]

OCC: Noes! I was left behind! XD Just kidding, I'm fine with catching up. No more waiting! *passes around cookies*



Sylphid remained silent for the next few minutes, instead observing the scene that played out before him. Tension was slowly mounting, and it soon threatened to erupt, what with all the recent events. Another wave of emotion passed through Sylphid at this thought, and he held it in tightly, scolding himself mentally for being so.. so... so weak. It made him feel angry, and the suggestion of a hunt appealed to his emotions. He nodded silently, afraid that his composure might break, and his reputation as beta stained forever. It was a complex that Sylphid sort of had. He had to appear flawless, lest his weakness' show and the other's accuse him of being incompetent at his job as beta.

Sylphid felt his heart lift as Gawain spoke. It always felt comforting that someone really considered him a best friend in that way. Not that Nina or Jarl weren't close friends. Sylphid's circle of friends wasn't nearly as small as Gawain's, as his nature just seemed to earn him more friends than enemies, as no one could find fault with his impeccable manners and elegance. But Fang was good in his own way. Unafraid to speak up, the other brute had become fast friends with Sylphid despite what everyone might have initially thought.

Moving forward, he moved closer to Jarl, Riot, and Gawain to join them. The young pup was pressed up against Jarl, and Sylphid couldn't help but smile again, despite his despair. Riot always brought a light-hearted feeling where ever she went, and it was something the remnants of the Cian needed.