Arrow Lake Reunion

ASDFGHJKL;;;; also, remember when artok had a crush on solia and it was all cute until sin found out and got jealous? lol.

The days had begun to grow warmer, with each one passing. The air was tepid, not unbearably hot but not what he, personally, would consider cool, either, though in retrospect the “winter” if that was what he dared to even call it, had been extremely mild in comparison to the one had suffered with Adlartok through in the Seahawk Valley. The charcoal with guard hairs dusted with cinnamon and rust wraith moved like an out of place shadow across the landscapes, each melting into one another. Earth was earth, what was the sense in forming irrational attachments to a claimed stake of land? It did not truly belong to the wolf whose urination saturated the invisible “borders” that warded off unwanted intruders. Either the pack would prosper or it would wither and die. It was this mentality that he adopted upon joining the Spine wolves moons ago, and it was a mentality he kept too. He had no attachment to the lands and no attachment to any of those who inhabited it with him. In an idle sort of fashion, Sinaaq wondered why it was Cara kept him around, why she had not just told him to leave and never return for he had challenged her before even being accepted by meeting her eyes. In many ways the thought to be incapable Spine Queen intrigued him which served to make the darkling more resolute to avoid her if he could help it.

Intrigue never meant anything good when he felt it. Solia had intrigued him, at first and that had ended in a disaster. To say that Cara's status as Kaname's wife, should Sinaaq have chosen to nurture this intrigue would stop him would be to speak a lie. He held no concern for previously established relationships; but Sinaaq refused to nurture his intrigue. Once was bad enough and the nightmare had learned his lesson. In all fairness, this year had held many lessons for Sinaaq, all beneficial but all damaging in their own manner. Solia. Adlartok. Even Quicksilver, whom though Sinaaq would never admit it, had taken a shining too in a rapid and ardent manner. He had been drawn in only to be cut bluntly out as one day Quicksilver had, presumably, left to chase after his next conquest and mysteriously never returned. They had been a duo, reminiscent only a tiny bit, to how he had once traveled with Adlartok as his companion.

Pause was given, abrupt and harsh, like the jerk and grinding halt of metal wedged between gears as a familiar scent, though dappled with unfamiliar scents teased his black, leathery nostrils. His heart sputtered to what felt to be a stop before it gave a painful lurch in his chest, knocking the darkling breathless. Even as foreign as the other scents were he recognized it, unmistakably. It couldn't be. But it was. "Adlartok,"

Sinaaq's course altered marginally, long, willowy legs carrying him forth with reckless abandon, hatred and anger and devastation and joy raging a nasty war within him with each step he took. The svelte silvery form of his nephew — so much like his beautiful mother — came into the fallen's view and he stopped, steps faltering until he could move no more. He had grown, bigger, taller, his eyes even from the distance that Sinaaq left between them, not his mother's eyes but Sinaaq's instead. Quick, rapid pants left the darkling's lips as he stuied his precious and wretched infection, not sure what he felt only that his warring emotions felt like they might crush him with their weight. For now, Sinaaq was silent, ardently watching for the boy's reaction.