Jade Fern Grove by the angel

12.03.16 — Ending added.

The realization of the neighbours they now possessed was not something that he’d taken lightly. Never, to his knowledge, had there been a pack near to the woods, and so he was uncertain of how one went about handling such a thing. They were close to one another, and so he was curious about what that might mean for both parties involved. Not only that, but he was curious about who they all were, and from where they’d come. His interest had lured him back to the outskirts of the grove, where he’d lingered and walked, stopping here and there to glance out in the direction whence their scent came on the wind. Something pulled him towards them, but, thus far, he’d done well to hold himself back. He was not a social butterfly and held no interest in causing a disturbance between the two settlements, so he’d figured it to be in everyone’s best interest that he keep away. If by some twist of fate he was brought to stand before one of their wolves in neutral lands, then so be it, but he’d be content even if that might never happen. However, he had a hunch that it might, for they’d settled in the direction of his place of birth, and he had every intention of visiting the familiar land once an opportunity to do so presented itself.

Along the southernmost borders was where he’d continued to linger, his pauses have grown more frequent, and would last for far longer. At the start of his walk, he’d spotted naught a single thing that could be considered to be out of the ordinary. As his time away from the others drew to a close, however, something had appeared—or, rather, someone. The familiar, ghostly figure had forced him to come to a complete stop, whilst his mutated gaze locked itself onto him. Alexander froze, but did not turn to hide away—he couldn’t, his body wouldn’t let him. All he could do was stand there, staring at the male that had abandoned him, his tongue unable to form a single word.

For how long he had stood there, staring, the yearling would never know. Time blurred as a plethora of emotions ran through his system, making him feel both positive and negative sensations all at once. In the end, however, the negatives had won. His chest swelled with anger whilst a bitter taste coated his tongue, the hatred and neglect that he'd felt being something that he just couldn't put behind him. Alexander's lips pulled back as he flashed his teeth at the other, a glare completing the overall look as he gazed at the male he'd once thought possessed the potential to become a friend. It was without a word that he turned and headed back into the grove, sparing not even a glance back in Adonis' direction.