Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

76°, currently it is clear skies and set at night with a new moon. Located in wheeling gull isle, | ooc notes: *SCREAM* bring on the dramallama!

Night had fallen into day, then day into night once more. The lone paladin picketed the island, a ghost of a figure that slithered through the shadows and brush in order to keep his presence hidden from prying eyes of the growing population of the island. He had kept one part of his promise to the princess, to guard the island - but restricted himself to everything else.

The heat of the day had forced him to shelter, to wait in the shade until the sun had passed and the moon had risen once more. Though the weather still too hot for his liking, it was easier than it previously was. Like a painting, he laid on the top of a flat rock, staring out to the sea as the stars twinkled above. Tranquil. Quiet. 

For a moment he was getting accustomed to the busy life of a pack, to share, to talk, and perhaps even make friends. It was awkward, but the knight was willing to learn; however, upon learning of Rhælla and Daegon, seeing on they were with one another, no longer did he feel the same desire to blossom and open up as he did. Instead, he found comfort once more in solitude. The serenity of the silence had come crawling back, the walls he had before were built up bigger, stronger than before. 

The sound of footsteps caught his attention first, a single ear flickered in the direction until the chuff beckoned for more. Still, his eyes lingered on the stars, the beating of the ocean uppon the shores, the twinkling of the moon reflecting off the waters. Expression hardening, even if he had desired to speak, he couldn't muster up the words. Instead, he continued to look on into the abyss - this time, no dreams, no desires or intentions flooded his mind, only this; what could she possibly want.