shot down in cold blood

*Galileo* · (This post was last modified: September 15, 2014, 06:21 PM by Galileo.)

philosophical galileo is philosophical

This had been the place where it all had begun.
In the midst of the reed-swaying sea that surrounded the glimmering lake, that was a spectacle of it's own. The water, crystal clear and refreshing, was adorned with delicate flowers and petals that simply floated on the surface. But below there was movement, that contrasted the surface calmness. Fish and tadpoles dashed at the bottom, busy and focused on not getting eaten by the other residents of the lake.

It had been in this very place that Galileo had met Bazi. They had met over a drink, with the sound of the quacking ducks rumbling in the background. In the very same way it was happening now.

The peppered male had not been here since that day, and though it felt like an eternity it looked the same. Small waves rippled throught the water as one of the ducks dipped its beak into the water, pulling out a small critter that was soon swallowed whole. He looked around thoughtfully, ignoring a group of ducks that eyed him suspiciously -- he was not there to hunt. Lately he hadn't been in the mood for that. Or for anything really.

Not only had nostalgia showed up at his door, but also the pain that maybe Bazi's decisions weren't any better than the former Alphess. She had driven out a good bunch, which had ultimately resulted not in the formation of one pack; two brand new pack had risen, and at the worst moment possible too. With Winter just around the corner, the last thing needed was competition.
Yet Bazi had not thought of that..

That made him wonder something. Had he ever thought of that?
Not of the new packs -- but of the possibility that the Creek would fumble after Fox's departure? She had been a rather lousy leader but she had kept the Creek standing for months. Was it the Creek's future condemmed since the day she left? Galileo didn't think so.

He hummed as one of the ducks splashed agaisnt the waterm landing softly in the middle of the lake.There was another thing he was wondering, one that pained him to even think. Had he ever thought that his child might've been better off without him? Now that he thought of it, he had never really said a proper goodbye. Finn was too young to understand that he would part forever. That night just a kiss in the forehead and a 'see ya bud' was all that was given.

Oh,how did he wished he could've changed that.

*Shadow* · September 16, 2014, 05:22 AM

Hope you don't mind me joining :)

It was the first time since his banishment, it was the first time he had been so close to the Creek borders and to tell the truth, he didn't really care now. As far as he was concerned, Duck Lake was neutral territory. Hell, he talked to a Sunspire wolf here, as long as he wasn't a meter away from Creek borders or trespassing, he was fine. He wasn't even provoking anyone anyways, wasn't even going to start a fight, wasn't even going to see any damned Creek wolf........

He paused, the scent of a Creek wolf was strong, been here recently, was here now and he knew this wolf so he wasn't a newcomer like the two wolves he had seen by Wapun Meadow. But he couldn't pinpoint his scent, curiosity pricked at the youthful Praetor's pelt, trying to remember who in the name of Jupiter was this wolf. He crept forward, making sure that whoever that Creek wolf was, he couldn't scent him. The wind was blowing safely towards him so instead of bringing the ashen outrider's scent outwards, it brought the Creek wolf's scent towards him.

It wasn't Bazi, thank Jupiter for that and it wasn't the Beta Scimitar either which was good. He was in no mood for a fight or an argument from either of the two Creek leaders. He did not wish the Creek any ill will or good luck because he knew either ways, it was cursed and it would always be cursed unless the gods lifted it. That was what he thought, at least, and to him it was true. Three Alphas had led the Creek since it was founded which wasn't even a year, it was obvious that it was cursed.

Finally, it clicked. It was Galileo, the older council member that he was friends with, or at least he felt they were friends. Things might be entirely different now, Galileo might become hostile towards him because he was no longer a Creek wolf, instead the leader and founder of another pack. He did not know whether or not the Creek and the Bypass were rivals and he didn't care. To him, they were neutral, neither enemies or allies unless any of the Creek wolves decide to provoke him or his pack-mates, then he would make sure the bypass wolves were not to be messed with.

The sterling outrider trotted forward silently, something that he had been excellent at since birth. It was a gift from the gods and he always made good use of it. "Galileo," he spoke in a soft but clear voice, something that he used often now. "Long time no see."

*Galileo* · September 22, 2014, 07:05 PM

i don't mind at all, though Gali won't be happy after his run-in with Adair

Though his last goodbye with his son hadn't been memorable or remotely meaningful, the one he had had with the male standing in front of him had been no better. Galileo stared back at the silver man, his amber eyes not betraying the internal battle inside his heart. Though the boy probably hadn't thought much of it, Galileo had meant every word said by the Otter Creek's edge.

It was both painfully disapointing and angering that while the male had come to seek advice from him that day, he had gone and done the opposite the old man had adviced him to. While being suposedy worried that his loyalties might be questioned the foolish youth had gone and proved their suspicions right. He had packed his bags and walked away, just as things began to look down.

Pitiful.
It was incredible that Galileo had been fooled by his little act --or what he now thought to be an act. The peppered male was still oblivious to the reason behind Bazi and Shadow's feud, and though he would've been greatly saddened by Bazi's irrational decision he would've also been angered by Shadow's defiant attitude.

"That's how you chose it" he barked, a dead-pan expression plastered on his aged face. Galileo didn't know much about packs but he did know that leaving the pack you pledged your heart to when things turned grim was the lowest of the low.

"I am in no mood to interrogate you, as long as you come in peace" he barked then, unsure of how the new Alpha viewed the Creek -- though foe was more suitable than friend, considering the time of the year.