May 13, 2014 0:29:04 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on May 13, 2014 0:29:04 GMT -5
M A D D O X
I've been a thousand places
and shook a million hands
I don't know where I'm going
But I know just where I've been
I've flown a million miles
And I rode so many more
Everyday a castaway
A vagabond battle born
For some reason, crossing the border always set Maddox on edge.
Maybe it was something about the way so many scents assaulted his nostrils, masculine and feminine alike. Maybe it was the fleeting glimpses he caught of the alphas, their shrewd eyes watching him as he strode casually across the grass. Whatever it was, it irritated him to no end and make his hackles itch to rise. Walking through the packland was a struggle, each step calculated and composed as Maddox fought to appear harmless. If he looked like he posed a threat, if he made one wrong move, his visiting rights would be revoked. Kasimira had made that blindingly clear.
The whole arrangement was still a little odd, in his honest opinion. Never before had he met a wolf who was not part of a pack, but still was allowed to come and go for a she-wolf. Then again, Adali wasn’t just any she-wolf. If she was average, he wouldn’t be here. So each time he visited, he walked carefully, he held his tongue, and he caused no problems. More than once he had longed to snap at Kasimira, or to wipe the arrogant smirk from her lover’s face. But no, he couldn’t, so at the end of the day Maddox left Irrsin feeling very much wound up, but endlessly glad to have seen Adali. She was amazing, the brightest part of each day that he saw her, although it wasn’t quite as much as he would have liked. But to see her daily he would have to join Irrsin, and even then, things would be difficult with her being a sklavin and him joining freely. Besides, Maddox didn’t do well in pack settings. Issues with authority, difficulty getting along with others, the whole nine yards.
As he moved further and further into the lush depths of Irrsin, Maddox knew that he was being watched. He could feel the way his spine crawled, the way his pelt tingled in places as if he could physically feel the eyes on him. He angled his head to the east, just slightly, only to find the way clear. Then, as inconspicuously as he had done the first time, he cut his gaze sharply to the west. There, on the distant horizon, was a flash of white. He could tell by the large, broad build that it was Tortuga. He hadn’t seen much of the other slender white she-wolf – Dresna – lately, although he certainly wasn’t complaining about that. She was so quiet that Maddox could never tell if she was just extremely mellow, or as stuck-up and snooty as her mother. He didn’t exactly care to find out, either.
Finally the dens came into view on the horizon. Maddox could only assume that since he hadn’t seen Adali patrolling that she was still slumbering inside; he hadn’t exactly meant to come so early, but he managed how he could. Studiously ignoring the eyes that followed him, he trotted forward until he was right outside, his tail swishing back and forth slowly. Kasimira had specified that he was not allowed in the dens under any circumstances, so the reddish hued male tilted his stark white face back and barked once, letting it taper off into a short, low, gravelly howl. It was how he always called Adali, and when the sound died away, he waited. After throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, he was relieved to find that Tortuga was no longer staring at him; the ivory male was slowly disappearing across the horizon, moving towards the furthest border. That was the good thing about Tortuga being on patrol duty when he visited: as annoying as his gaze initially was, he always wandered off and left Maddox and Adali to their own devices. This eased the tension rolling off of Maddox’s body, but only by a fraction.
This is as good as it’s going to get, I suppose.