February 21, 2018, 11:28 AM
(This post was last modified: April 07, 2018, 10:10 AM by Durnehviir.)
Constantine accepted her gesture, dipping his muzzle to brush the tip of his snout across her brow. She smiled up at him then, a soft upturn of her lips that silently encouraged him to continue if he wished. Never would she press him on the matter; his past, delicate as it may be, could never affect their future.
He told her of his birthplace, his parents and his siblings. Briefly he shared with her the wanderlust of his youth, and his return to find that his family had relocated without him. Durnehviir's ears canted back a little at this, as she recalled the day she'd gone home to Swiftcurrent Creek after all that time, to find that no one remained.
Her focus was on Constantine once again, however, as he mentioned a name that was enough to make her guard hairs prickle. Aria, despite the swarthy Alpha's assurance that his dove did not care for him in a way he once did for her, still felt like something of a threat even though she was long gone. Durnehviir listened quietly, tried to pretend that the wayward she-wolf had not meant anything to her intended, but she could not deny that she was jealous of whatever closeness they'd once shared.
His family life had been a complicated one, the lithe beauty thought to herself as she followed him through the marred woodland. Her own had been absent a biological father from birth, this much she remembered, but the pack had more than made up for that. While her mother likely spoke of the wolf who'd sired her, Durnehviir never cared and had been too young to ask questions. Even now, three years on, it was not her mystery father that she'd returned to seek, and she knew that the chances of finding anyone from her birthpack were slim to none. As she looked at Constantine, however, she knew that this was something she could make peace with - as long as he was by her side.
His story of Donnelaith ended on a solemn note, and the russet Frostfur exhaled a sympathetic, breathy whine. She felt safe to assume that his younger sisters had perished in their home by the fire that claimed it, and so moved to bump her nose against Constantine's strong shoulder for support. "I'm sorry," she murmured softly, seeking to meet his bright gaze in a silent invitation to continue should he have more to say.
He told her of his birthplace, his parents and his siblings. Briefly he shared with her the wanderlust of his youth, and his return to find that his family had relocated without him. Durnehviir's ears canted back a little at this, as she recalled the day she'd gone home to Swiftcurrent Creek after all that time, to find that no one remained.
Her focus was on Constantine once again, however, as he mentioned a name that was enough to make her guard hairs prickle. Aria, despite the swarthy Alpha's assurance that his dove did not care for him in a way he once did for her, still felt like something of a threat even though she was long gone. Durnehviir listened quietly, tried to pretend that the wayward she-wolf had not meant anything to her intended, but she could not deny that she was jealous of whatever closeness they'd once shared.
His family life had been a complicated one, the lithe beauty thought to herself as she followed him through the marred woodland. Her own had been absent a biological father from birth, this much she remembered, but the pack had more than made up for that. While her mother likely spoke of the wolf who'd sired her, Durnehviir never cared and had been too young to ask questions. Even now, three years on, it was not her mystery father that she'd returned to seek, and she knew that the chances of finding anyone from her birthpack were slim to none. As she looked at Constantine, however, she knew that this was something she could make peace with - as long as he was by her side.
His story of Donnelaith ended on a solemn note, and the russet Frostfur exhaled a sympathetic, breathy whine. She felt safe to assume that his younger sisters had perished in their home by the fire that claimed it, and so moved to bump her nose against Constantine's strong shoulder for support. "I'm sorry," she murmured softly, seeking to meet his bright gaze in a silent invitation to continue should he have more to say.
everything mortal fades away in time, but the spirit remains
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the veil - by Constantine - January 20, 2018, 08:54 AM
RE: the veil - by Durnehviir - January 30, 2018, 05:05 AM
RE: the veil - by Constantine - February 21, 2018, 09:38 AM
RE: the veil - by Durnehviir - February 21, 2018, 11:28 AM
RE: the veil - by Constantine - March 11, 2018, 10:07 AM