A bit after midnight/very early morning 9/14
The man woke up, his large form tense and his blue eyes, for a brief moment, filled with panic. Miccah usually was not an emotional man, for he was comfortable only showing that part of himself to certain individuals. He was a man that didn’t let emotion rule his decisions, but duty and logic. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had the nightmare that had awoken him. He could still feel the fear clawing at his throat and the guardian forced himself to calm down. Pushing away the emotions, his blue gaze cleared and his form relaxed. He didn’t want to wake Aideen. His dreams and troubles were not worth waking her from her peaceful slumber. The burly man looked down at the woman that was his wife, and his usual emotionless gaze softened, and he brushed a tender kiss atop her head as he moved to silently leave their makeshift den. Miccah took a deep breath as the dark, quiet night enveloped him in its embrace. Already, he could feel his heart slow down in his chest, the fear leaving him and replacing the emotion with peace. It had been only a nightmare. Still, the man wished to clear his mind. So, he walked. Usually, the man found solace in the borders, but this time, he felt the urge to go further out. Leaving the territory, his paws silent and his gaze watchful and alert, he made his way to the land with the creek that was near the thickets. In front of the water he sat and let the memories come. His memories were cloudy of that time, because he didn’t like to think about it. His mother and father had proudly reigned their pack and the family had been happy. Miccah could remember his excitement, for he was almost to be a year old. He had been excited to begin his training with the guardians of the pack. But they had never expected that their loyal seconds would betray them. Even now, he felt that same bitterness and anger he had thought he had long since let go of. He still remembered flashes of memory of the actual overthrowing, of the murder of his parents. The man flinched, and took a deep breath, forcing himself to push away the constant reel of memories. He had been a prince, a prince who had thought he held the world in the paw of his hand...and in minutes, his world had been destroyed. Miccah sighed, bowing his head. He would stay here long enough to clear his mind, and then would return to his wife and his pack. speech”Speech” |