Sex: Male<b style="font-size:12px; font-family:georgia;"> As they always had, his feet led him elsewhere for a good period of seven months. There was no heartbreak when he left places and certainly no hard feelings towards leaving anybody behind thanks to his cold, hardened demeanor. Somewhere down the line, perhaps about two and a half months into his absence from Relic Lore, Inkheart began to feel an unfamiliar ache inside whenever he thought back to the only wolf he had felt himself draw close to within his stay in the vast lands. Amelie had captured his heart but this particular emotion had been untamed for many years and thus, he had not a clue what he had felt in that very brief moment was something so important.
It took him many more months to finally come to find that this sudden realization was much stronger than he had imagined. His feet, for some petty reason, had turned him around and led him right back to where the two had met under the beautiful Wild Cherry Orchard. The way she spoke had his stomach in knots and the mere image of those soft, starlit eyes had him pining for her once more—setting off to find the woman that had made such an impact on his life. The only one that had ever brought out any sort of feeling from the black pit which others knew to be a heart.
This one single scent led him all the way to a pack land, something which devastated Inkheart to no end, but there was something much different. Her scent was strong as well as a single male which meant that they were the ones to ward of intruders with their pissful scent. The very thought that some other man was leading with her that was not him nearly made his hackles raise but he could not jump to such conclusions when he had did not know the details. However, he would be unsurprisingly shocked once he actually did learn the story. This time, he gave a simple and blatant howl for the white-blanket woman before falling silent and crouching onto his hinds in wait.
It took him many more months to finally come to find that this sudden realization was much stronger than he had imagined. His feet, for some petty reason, had turned him around and led him right back to where the two had met under the beautiful Wild Cherry Orchard. The way she spoke had his stomach in knots and the mere image of those soft, starlit eyes had him pining for her once more—setting off to find the woman that had made such an impact on his life. The only one that had ever brought out any sort of feeling from the black pit which others knew to be a heart.
This one single scent led him all the way to a pack land, something which devastated Inkheart to no end, but there was something much different. Her scent was strong as well as a single male which meant that they were the ones to ward of intruders with their pissful scent. The very thought that some other man was leading with her that was not him nearly made his hackles raise but he could not jump to such conclusions when he had did not know the details. However, he would be unsurprisingly shocked once he actually did learn the story. This time, he gave a simple and blatant howl for the white-blanket woman before falling silent and crouching onto his hinds in wait.
(This post was last modified: Mar 22, 2011, 02:02 AM by Inkheart.)
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