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the audience knows the truth - Borden - Feb 15, 2011 [dohtml] O O C | Sounds good. :) Something about the idea had him wrapped around it like how a ribcage enclosed a heart, something within him had been designed to protect this inkling of a prospective future. Someone to call his own, a pack that was his from the very start, his own territory, his own den… his own family… It overwhelmed him, but it was equally enthralling. Dizzying. Alluring. Until her answer fluttered to his ears, his doubt had remained, though it was quickly dissolved by her next question. He wasn’t sure where exactly, but one response was easily graspable. ”Away from here,” he smiled only slightly unsettled by the idea of a home away from the mountain. ”Far away, in the forests and along the river... Somewhere where no one will find us.” One thing was for sure, if he was able to eke out a living before, he was sure he and Jayse could do the same, even more so. He wasn’t certain what had made him think that he wouldn’t survive on his own in the first place, under his own reign as an alpha or by his own agenda, but now, with her at his side, he was ready to take on the world. In the next few weeks,” he then mused, also feeling uncomfortable about impulsively making a dash for the woods when the storm had blown over. ”Maybe after letting Alexander know or… after the next pack meeting or something.” He wrinkled his nose at the thought, dreading what the leader might say or think. He had served his few months as Alexander’s support; that was enough right? He had Amelie now, what more could he want? Weldering could easily fill his place; the two knew one another before the drought had hit, surely the black-socked wolf would be a more suiting beta than he when it came to advising and helping the leader out. The key, he figured, would be patience. When the opportunity came for them to depart – hopefully on good terms with Midnight Plateau – they would begin their own lives apart from the wolves of the mountain and away from the wolves of the river… emerge as the wolves of the woods. {Presto.} the audience knows the truth - Jaysyek - Feb 15, 2011 [dohtml]
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