Steel winced as he stepped on his left front paw and a sharp root poked into the tender unhealed pads. He growled to himself at the pain. An ever-present reminder of the landslide that had caugt his leader in it as it rumbled to the ground far below. All had turned out well, but he had shredded all of his pads on the unforgiving terrain as he made a mad dash to save the white fae.
Athena saw something in him and despite his uncaring and angry attitude, it meant something to him. She alone had any meaning to him. The others were only mattered to him, because they mattered to her. He had no physical attraction to the white fae, attractive as she was, she just... mattered. He had no reasoning of why and didn't want to figure out the crazy chaos of his mind. For now he just dealt with the unfamiliar sense of loyalty to another.
As he continued on patrol and another branch attacked his raw feet, he growled and grabbed the root thrusting up from the ground, snarling visciously and ripping the section from the ground. His anger was directed at the unsuspectiong root when he knew that it should be directed at himself. He should take himself to see Chantille and have her heal him, but he'd been on his own so long that he had just bore the pain. Now his feet seemed to be getting worse. He would have to seek her out or he'd soon be no use to his new pack or himself. Having made the decision, he nodded his head to no one and his stormy blue eyes glittered as he move on in his patrol.
Athena saw something in him and despite his uncaring and angry attitude, it meant something to him. She alone had any meaning to him. The others were only mattered to him, because they mattered to her. He had no physical attraction to the white fae, attractive as she was, she just... mattered. He had no reasoning of why and didn't want to figure out the crazy chaos of his mind. For now he just dealt with the unfamiliar sense of loyalty to another.
As he continued on patrol and another branch attacked his raw feet, he growled and grabbed the root thrusting up from the ground, snarling visciously and ripping the section from the ground. His anger was directed at the unsuspectiong root when he knew that it should be directed at himself. He should take himself to see Chantille and have her heal him, but he'd been on his own so long that he had just bore the pain. Now his feet seemed to be getting worse. He would have to seek her out or he'd soon be no use to his new pack or himself. Having made the decision, he nodded his head to no one and his stormy blue eyes glittered as he move on in his patrol.
(This post was last modified: Jan 23, 2013, 05:30 PM by Steel.)