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The craggy brow ridges furrowed, staring at the parchment. The swooping script may as well have been meaningless scribbles for all the worgen understood them. That symbol though, he knew. That was the Cenarion Circle. "Hmm...why give to Duskhowl if is for Nightseye?" he mused, glancing at his raven spirit friend. The bird cawed in response.
"Yes. Is very strange. Hope is good things for Nightseye to hear. Has been....tired lately, and would be good to have her smile."
The dark furred worgen adjusted his seat, his senses curling back along the soul-fibers that bound him to his mate. She was just waking up, and he smiled wolfishly, letting the love and affection he felt flow between them, kickstarting a feedback loop of positive emotions to make her day start off well. He could perceive, through her senses, the wriggling bodies of Fireclaw and Nightsinger, both small pups nuzzling the she-elf as a demand for breakfast, and he rumbled in her mind, letting her know he had a pot of food already waiting on the platform. *Is also thing for you, from Cen-are-ee-on Circle.*
He could practically feel her nod, and hear her murmured voice as she rose, gathering up their youngest children to bring them to breakfast, and see what was in this letter.
((And...I'll be running a scene with Val at some point....then I'll post the rest. Cuz.... *puts on Katie Kaboom helmet.* Yeah....this aint gonna go well.))
Archdruids and Elders of the Cenarion Circle,
Archdruids and Elders,
Edited :D *))
Edited by Galondel on 1/5/2013 2:57 PM PST
Edited by Verdantclaw on 1/6/2013 9:59 AM PST
(Now to finish what I started.)
The pups distracted by bowls of food, Dusk glanced over, seeing his mate relaxing by the moonwell, her hood pushed back slightly as she enjoyed a moment free of the call of children. He let out a sharp rumble to Dreamshadow, to have her keep an eye on her younger siblings, before gathering his legs and leaping off the side of the platform. His lean body arced through the air, wind ruffling his fur as he landed in a crouch about halfway to his destination.
A dozen more pawsteps and he stretched companionably next to the Kaldorei woman, his lupine head resting in her lap, his mind brushing hers with a soft greeting. One paw produced the letter that had been delivered for her, holding it up as purple skinned fingers began to worm through his fur, just behind his curled ears, scratching lightly in that way she knew he loved. Valitheria took the parchment in her free hand, and began to read, still scratching behind his ears.
His muzzle wrinkled as her scratching began to slow, in time with the feeling of rising anger and disgust pouring over the link. When she crumpled the paper and threw it behind her, he lifted his head to peer at her. "Problem?"
"It seems those who lead the Circle have gone soft in the head--they apparently think this 'council' is headed by irresponsible children and dullards. They wish to force a test upon them to prove otherwise. Doddering fools." She was scowling now, the angered expression mirrored by the reaction of the grove, as fungi and insects swarmed over the paper, destroying and consuming it.
Blue eyes blinked at her. "What is...dull-ard? What test?" It was becoming hard to focus, her anger and indignation washing over him in waves, causing his own emotions to respond. He could feel the fire in his core starting to flare, and he struggled to calm the Rage of First-Wolf before it overwhelmed him.
"If I read right, they feel it...necessary to put the younger members of the council through their worst fears. And a dullard is an idiot, basically."
Dread and foreboding sliced through the rage, and Dusk felt his hackles bristle in response. Ears pinned flat to his skull, lips curled back from his fangs, and he let out a whining sound. "No. Not ever again. Not in life, not in dreams. Will never make two from Nightseye and Duskhowl again. Have already lived this."
Phantom pains lanced through them both, memories of being held captive, of being tortured and torn apart, of their joined soul being forcibly separated creeping up. Then it was on top of him, the agony, the emptiness he had felt, unable to touch her, to feel her as part of him, and a long, shuddering whine forced itself past lupine lips.
Valitheria's touch brought him back to the present, soul-stuff coiling around his, fingers stroking his fur... "Indeed. Never again."
There was silence for a good long time, before their emotions were under control, assuaged by the reassuring touches of bodies, minds, and soul. He finally asked, "Did Alphas of Circle take this test? Did Nightseye?"
She shook her head. "No. I was never subjected to such. And neither were any of them."
The worgen didnt like what he was hearing. If she, who had been one of the few females allowed to follow her path, had been exempt from such a thing, and still entrusted to protect a sacred site....This was wrong. His arm curled around her back, and he growled, "That is not right. Not fair. Duskhowl will only do if they do first....and Duskhowl get to watch, to see is done."
He could feel her chuckle, dispelling the last of the dark mood, and he fell to letting himself enjoy the brief quiet time with her before their three pups came hunting them.
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