Dec 17, 2015 0:59:55 GMT -5
Post by MARZELL on Dec 17, 2015 0:59:55 GMT -5
» M A R Z E L L
From across the plain, he heard her. The call was instinctive and received like the bubbling of a creek or the soft push of an afternoon gale; he hadn't a thought about who called, he simply knew. He'd have known that voice anywhere, for it's similarity to his own was hidden deep within his veins, made scratch marks on the earth like his own. It was his mother. Marzell's ears apprehensively pricked for further noise or movement, suddenly wondering whether this venture was a good idea. He was the closest he'd been to home since the fire split the pack apart and he had then failed to return. Kasimira had probably been a wreck, having lost half her fighting force as well as her two pups. But Marzell had his reasons for not returning. At first, envy over Dresna's coming coronation and appointment as true and first heir drove him from the lands and into the life of a loner. He never stayed in one place too long. He'd traveled far and wide across Ravensbruck, looking and searching. Something, anything to tie him down. He'd eventually claimed a land further south, by the name of Norden. He had been none too successful as alpha, but he had certainly enjoyed the freedom and decision making that accompanied the title.
As soon as he'd heard word from Dresna that Adelina too had gone missing he'd abandoned the small territory. His pack had only ever numbered two, and although he enjoyed their company he didn't worry about what happened to them. Everything had slid to the side in his search for Adelina. He'd almost gone mad for missing her. She was the one link to his puphood that remained pure, their relationship being that of the closest advisers in grass stalking and games of wrestling, of accomplices in sister pestering and river splashing. She mellowed him out, made him see reason when he protested the sky was green only for not knowing what blue was. Eventually, he had found her. They'd journeyed north again for a short while before their border-hopping mistakes caught up to them. They'd been taken as sklavin by the Regnen alpha of the time, and although Marzell had managed to escape, Adelina had not been as fortunate. He whined and howled his losses for days. Nothing. Just like that, he'd lost her again.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, this land stirred something within him. Despite everything he had been yearning for this land, this feeling, this essence. It was like returning to a long forgotten memory, his paws unsteady as he stood in the spring grasses, his mind now taken with observing the flutter and chirp of meadow doves. It was just as it had been before. The grass was full and thick, and the brush and treeline seemed smaller, although wholeheartedly resilient in regrowth. Unsure of how to proceed with the conflictions that danced within his heart, Marzell paused and scented the air. The pack was a good way off. Maybe he'd watch for a bit, just to check in on the family. Maybe Adelina had escaped and she'd returned home. He knew by the scent trails that her presence was far away from the safety of these borders, but something in him fostered that idea and let it play for a moment as he blinked forlorn across the horizon._____
he's so angsty
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