It was his entire life, and for most wolves the time span would not have seemed so long and tiresome, but when the majority of his life was spent alone, searching for companionship, how could one not feel that each day dragged into the next until time did not seem to exist any more. It was just one endless expanse, like a black hole in the universe.
This of course was how Auden felt, but in reality he had not been entirely alone his whole life, not like a select few who were truly outsiders; but he felt abandoned by everyone that ever mattered to him…
His only surviving sibling had been missing since he was a pup, and having not heard from her since, word was that she was dead. His mother was somewhere between real and make believe, his memories of her clouded with realistic dreams that he had often as a pup. His father, the only somewhat stable figure in his life had run off with Avani after her great return- and abandon. The pack of misfits that surrounded him through his juvenile years seemed to vanish right before his eyes in the months leading up to his own escape from The Occasus.
Auden could not help but feel despair as he dragged his paws through the sands back towards the lands of Zahir. He was a young wolf, in the prime of his life, and having been the heir to his family’s fortune, he should have accomplished so much by now. He should be the Alpha of Zahir. He should have a great pack to support him. He should have a mate by now, and be happily in love. He should be preparing for a family of his own, to pass down his unique bloodline.
He felt as if he had failed his parents, his pack, and Zahir itself. His destiny had been handed to him, being the only living son to his parents, a destiny he had accepted graciously, and he had let everyone down.
What Auden did not understand stand was, that yes, his life had been handed to him, just not on the silver platter he might have thought. It was more relatable to the cheap supermarket dinnerware; functional for everyday use, but not very elegant and easily replaceable if it breaks.
The young Anikira native had spent the last six months on the beach nearest the island his parents ran off too; apparently where they planned on spending the remainder of their lives. After his mother made her brief return she was not the same, mentally unstable and easily frightened. She didn’t recognize Auden, even when Vee insisted that he was their only living son. Too much had happened to her in the time she was missing; she was never really going to come back them, Vee and Auden.
It was not long before Avani suffered a breakdown and ran away to find solace, this time though, Vee could not bear to lose her again. He had never stopped loving her, had never given up hope that she was still out there somewhere. Auden could not blame his father for leaving, not now anyway. He did not understand in the beginning, because Auden had already started distancing himself from Avani. She was not the mother he needed her to be. She was just a crazy old coot.
After Vee and Avani left, Auden could not bear to hang around the dens and started to distance himself from the rest of his pack. He was reluctant to take on the responsibility of Zahir, awaiting his father’s return. Each time he would return to the den, another one of his pack mates would be missing, leaving in search of a place not as toxic as The Occasus seemed to be. Soon enough, Auden decided to do the same.
Every night on the beach he would call for his parents, howling above the crash of the ocean waves, desperately trying to reach them on the other side. He was not brave enough to dare the swim across the expanse of ocean that separated the island from the large continent, having never truly learned how to swim. One night he thought that he had heard a reply from the other side, and filled with a sense of relief and an excitement that he could not contain, he waded into the salty water up to his chest, pacing along the shore yipping and howling. He carried on for a better part of the night, until the water became to cold to stand and the slow realization that the howl he heard must have just been his imagination running wild with his heart’s desire.
He ached to reach land of endless sand, but at the same time hesitant to return. He did not know what to expect upon his arrival. Had Koaru or Iri or Dura decided to return to their home while he was away? Had anyone had any intention of making Zahir their home? He recalled the few months that he was acting Alpha; no one seemed to be attracted to the land surrounding the volcano. There were a few takers but no one would stay long. His family was too disorganized for any other wolf to handle.
After Alya’s death, Koaru was never the same. Not that Auden had known him before, but from Alya’s mouth, Koaru was a different wolf after the slaughter of the first alphess of Zahir and the rest of the pack. ‘Survivor’s guilt’ he had later heard in adulthood, was the term coined best to describe the poor wolf’s behavior. Koaru was quite and distant most times, much like Dura, the poor young wolf that had been scared for life by the events that took place around the time he found the band of misfits in the desert.
Every once in a while Auden would try to pry Dura out of his shell but he feared being touched, he was even reserved in speech. To Auden, the spirit of Alya sharing a body with Iri was as acceptable as the air he breathed. But when Dura joined Zahir, he was older than Auden when he was returned to the desert land. For Dura though, the experience had apparently taken its toll on his young mind. He too, would never be the same…
Auden was so lost in his thought that as he crossed the boundary line, he nearly missed it. It had been so long since he had been here, and the idea that anyone would have moved in on his territory seemed so far fetched after years of living in the desert and there never being a sustainable pack…Well Auden did not think to check. He back tracked a few steps and stuck his nose to the ground, and as sure as the air he was breathing the boundary line had been freshly marked with a new scent.
Someone had swooped in and claimed The Occasus from him. Auden swelled with anger and pride. These were his lands and no one was going to take them from him, no matter if he had left temporarily or not. This was his birth right, to be the Alpha of Zahir!
***** words: twelve fourteen muse: high - if not delayed. notes: open for anyone to join; really excited to get him back on the board.
Warmth bore into the Alpha as he strode along the border of his Occasus. Since his conversation with Scout, the brute had been doing his best to convince himself that this was all his. Ever since he was a pup the brute had never had anything that truly belonged to only himself. Food was persistently shared, always the leftovers to fill his barren stomach. The land was constantly swarming with loners, none of which respected or cared for his family. They were always wanderers, but life had been alright that way. There was worry that persistently hung in the air, but the support of family made it worthwhile. Traveling had always been hard work, but they were all happy for such a long time. Nothing ailed them, no wolf attempted to slaughter their family. In essence, their existence was pure and perfect.
Now everything was flipped around. These lands were his. They belonged to himself and those that he permitted to live upon them. The desert brought many trials and with that many deaths and loners; however, it belonged to himself. Rasalas was intelligent enough to realize that if he didn't strengthen and develop this pack then they would be open to attack. If these lands were not dominated by him then another would greedily accept the challenge. A snarl echoed from his muscular silhouette. For a stocky red wolf, he had developed quite impressive strength. For the longest time he had been caring for all the creatures within Aries' pack, but now it was his. The responsibility was overwhelming to accept at first; however, the red one was not the type to back down. Even if it killed him these lands would be protected and one day the pack within them would be strong. The thought brought a grin to his features, 'my pack is capable of survival.'
The glimmer of doubt did not disappear yet, his family had been capable but they had perished. The elders had fallen sick from the change of temperature and perhaps the different foliage of the area. Famine had driven them North, away from everything that they had known. It was the most damaging occurrence of his life, the largest mistake. Everything that he held dear to his heart had slowly died before his very eyes. The red brute still held failure upon his shoulders for watching them all die. Despite all the reasoning in the world he would never be able to accept their deaths. There was nothing that could be done once they were sick, they elderly were merely too weak for recovery and travel. If they stayed in the cold - death was guaranteed; however, travel would put too much strain upon their bodies. A decision had to be made, and in order to keep his sisters alive they had traveled. Originally the plan had worked, despite the dying wolves surrounding the whelps - they had survived.
For a moment the brute swelled with pride and joy that they had survived. True, the pain was still there; but his sisters were alive and breathing! A smile was gradually crossing the wandering Alpha's muzzle, remembering the tumbling pups that soon became his world. Nothing had stopped him from teaching them about herbs, at least the little he knew, and attempting to show them how to hunt. Life was imperfect, but their survival seemed likely. All was going well, gradually the wounds were sealing themselves. Scars were inevitable, their lives would go on.
Crimson flashed before his optics, imagining the females' brutal slaughter. The bear that had taken them would certainly be killed, eventually. Rasalas was smart enough to know that the bear would not go down by merely his paws; thus, he had searched. There was never another sign of them. The two girls had pulled a vanishing trick similar to Aries. Hackles raised slowly, 'All of them could be the same.' Hatred for the previous Alpha was becoming stronger, she had not taken this pack of rejects seriously. That would be changing soon.
Auds quivered, was that a sound? Rasalas was snatched violently from his dream world, forced back into bitter reality with a harsh slap. For a moment he thought his skull had cracked against the ground, everything had felt so real. Algethi and Adhara were playfully rolling around him but in this world they were corpses. No longer did they exist. Here he was forced to focus on more important issues, no longer did his family hold any weight to his life. Perhaps one day they would return to him, for now he was alone and would remain as such. There was no reason to get intertwined with females, only pain was brought about by them.
Nostrils flared, eagerly they were searching out the new creature wandering throughout The Occasus. 'They must have passed through my markers,' anger and rage became apparent, overpowering the happy thoughts that had been floating around his mind prior. Irritably the brute twitched his tail behind him while his paws quickened their pace along the sandy terrain. Golden optics raped the lands for what he believed to exist there. It took only moments before the figurine danced playfully before his eyes, 'there they are.' The other canine's silhouette was drawing nearer, it was becoming more distinguishable. Moments later the brute was decreasing speed, not wanting to appear to rush at the foreigner. Despite the rage swirling in his chest, the brute knew that this other could potentially join the ranks of Ryala.
His features expressed an inquisitive look as they absorbed the details of the other brute. Auden was an intriguing looking creature, his colorations and build were different than most wolves in this area. Rasalas was inwardly pleased that perhaps the Occasus was attracting more than just the stereotypical desert wolves. "Greetings," his voice was stoic, yet not harsh. He was still attempting to master a way to inquire to foreigners as to why they were here. For now, it seemed that his words were awkward and abstract tasting within his maw. "You are entering Ryala territory, stranger," tone remained neutral. The Alpha hoped he had not angered this other creature and that perhaps something beneficial would come from their meeting.
After his initial inflation Auden began walking towards the center of The Occasus, towards the dormant volcano where the old dens were located. He was not sure that the new pack residing here had found the original den site, perhaps they shied away from the volcano altogether afraid of what flowed within; but Auden figured it would be a good place to start. His paws were light atop the sand familiar with his home land and confident that he would resolve the miscommunication with this new Alpha.
He was a wolf on a mission and he strode with purpose. Auden had a grandeur plan that he would waltz into the pack and be able to explain the situation. After all, who was this Alpha to stop Auden from following through with his birthright? Being the Alpha of Zahir was in his blood, it was his destiny to uphold the law around the land of sand and protect the family that resided here…
During his trek Auden came upon an area that altered his pace, slowing him down and changing his perspective for the moment. The terrain was utterly ordinary and to any one else, just like every other square inch of land surrounding him; endless sand. But as soon as he entered the area, landmarks began to pop out at him, a sparse tree, rocks, and a dry riverbed. This was one of the first places his father brought him when teaching him to hunt, and what it meant to be an Alpha.
Memories of his father flooded back to Auden putting a bittersweet smile on his face. Vee was a gentle soul and taught Auden with all of the patience in the world. As a pup he was bright and inquisitive and was not always interested in learning the things his father had to offer him. But Vee learned to work with his son instead of against his relaxed nature and the pair was able to accomplish something. The place where he was standing was his first successful kill.
Vee had picked up a large rodent and allowed Auden to chase the animal and practice his hunting skills. Being an only pup, Auden didn’t have other siblings to practice important skills with, so these times with his father were exceptionally important to Auden’s survival as an adult on his own. He wished that he still had his father around, or any one of his siblings… It did not do him well to dwell on the things that he could not change.
Before his elated mood could be brought down any further a foreign scent on the wind grabbed his attention. Ear lobes swiveled atop his head catching the sound of approaching paw steps in the sand. Vigilant, though not fearful, Auden kept his eyes on the scene of his past waiting for his company to reach him. The mulatto wolf only turned to face the incomer when the rhythmic sound of sand shifting beneath their weight slowed, unwillingly signifying that they were close enough to care about.
Hazel eyes met a stocky red wolf, who, to a bit of surprise, was larger than Auden. The Heir had not crossed paths with many wolves that were larger than he was, his father being one of Tundra bloodline. Auden was not a large wolf by any means, and the fact that the wolf before him was larger did little to deter him, he was pleasantly surprised. If the Occasus was providing enough to sustain a healthy diet for considerably sized wolves, than that would make them less of a target.
Auden was glad that the other wolf opened up the lines of communication first; Auden was not feeling very talkative at the moment, after swimming in a pool of memories. Another lesson of his father’s, was to always be polite and courteous so without thinking he dove into introducing himself. He stood poised; head up and ears forward. His tail was slightly lifted above the parallel, similar to the way a wolf of rank would. He began to speak in a clear tone, “I am-“…“the Alpha of Zahir.”
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His mouth had locked, the remaining four words of his statement snuffed out like a small flame. There was something about what the Red wolf said that registered, albeit a little delayed, with Auden that caused him to rethink his current situation. The wolf had called him “stranger”; he did not know Auden from one grain of sand to the next. This was also no longer said to be the land of Zahir, it was “Ryala territory”. He silently tested the word on his tongue; perhaps he could take a different course, leave Zahir behind; everyone else had seemed to do so.
“Sorry about that sir… I was looking for water but…” he turned his gaze away from the wolf and glanced back at the dry riverbed, but it was also the last time that he would go looking for his past. “But everything is so dry around here,” he stated, knowing full right well that the wet season was on its way. The corners of his lips curled up into the slightest smile. “My name is,” for a split second he considered giving this wolf a name other than his own, but knowing that he was not a very good liar he squashed the idea before it affected his speech. “Auden. I’ve come looking for the Alpha of this Ryala territory to ask if they will accept me into their ranks.”
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Memories. The Occasus was good at bringing about the best memories at the worst times, and the ones deemed best were not always the happiest. For Rasalas the endless expanse of sand persistently reminded him that he really was alone. Despite the rapidly growing pack, his family had disintegrated in the wind. They were turning back into the sand that his new family walked upon. Their individual grains rolling between their toes, the canines' claws would rip into his deceased family once they were officially returned to the earth. The thought nearly made the brute sick to his stomach, but it was an accepted part of life. Every creature would be born and the end result would be death. There was no way to avoid such a truth, it happened. The circle of life was always going to remain unchangeable. Rasalas knew the world would proceed with its' turning regardless of his own agreement.
Being an alpha did not mean that he received everything he wanted, that life was going to be handed to him upon a silver plate. Idealistically it would have been so, but getting this far ahead was the strangest occurrence in the red brute's life. He was a loner, abandoned and desperate for something or someone to save him. As the noir shade of the sky transformed into a vibrant rouge, so did his life. The flick of a switch had changed the stocky male's entire life. One day he was alone and the next a somewhat respected beta, falling for a worthless femme. His siblings were still gone; however, he was gradually learning to cope with the loneliness. After what felt like an eternity, the brute was finally accepting that he could not change the past. Never would he give up hope upon finding them; yet, he could not sacrifice himself going out to hunt them down. If they were going to be found, then it would be out of chance.
Now, the entire world was spelled out differently before Rasalas' swirling golden orbs. He went from Beta to Alpha in merely moments. A trip away, the last one he had attempted in search of those related to him by blood, and upon return the pack was chaos. The original members had faded away, who knew where they were. Were they even alive? Perhaps the brute would never know, but his mind instantly settled itself in upon ensuring safety to the remaining members. It was an agonizing struggle to play many roles by himself as well as patrol the borders, but his work was paying off. The pack had grown respectably since he had taken over. 'The bad seeds have blown away,' his nostrils inhaled the scents upon the wind sharply. The only unfamiliar one was placed so eloquently before him.
A dry breeze whispered throughout the Occasus, lightly ruffling the brute's russet hued pelt. It felt soothing to the Alpha, a pleasant comfort to his weary frame. The days felt like an eternity; yet, everything was worth it. Certainly, he would have loved to hold his sisters to his chest once more; however, acceptance was key. Slowly but surely the Alpha was learning this, the past was exactly that. There was no changing it. One can only deal with what happened and move forward with their life. That is what the new dawn had brought both of the brutes. His tail twitched itself a few times, both creature's held similar stances.
Somehow, the Alpha did not feel threatened by Auden. There was no specific reason why he was accepting of such disrespect, at least others would see it that way. Something about the brute, it felt as if they both had some sort of connection. 'Perhaps we both struggle with our past,' Rasalas shrugged the thought off quickly. He was not one to force himself into another's business more than he needed to. Once he found out enough about a wolf to trust them, than he would accept them. The only time the brute could ever imagine chasing a canine from the Occasus would be betrayal. That was something the red brute would never accept ever again. All the canines here needed support and a home, he would not stand for one cocky wolf to force them into suffering.
Once more he gazed over this creature before him, the brute definitely was different than all others he had seen in the desert. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Auden," the brute gave a slight bob of the head to greet the brute more formally. "I am Rasalas, the Alpha of Ryala. I am pleased that you wish to join our ranks, but I must inquire - what skills do you have to aid us?" His tone was sincere, yet still held authority within it. Rasalas was proud of himself for stepping up the way he had, certainly he did not believe himself Alpha material originally. But now, only a few would know the dark secrets from before. He could leave that awful history behind him, neglect it as if it never existed. His life could continue forcing itself forward.
His weight shifted slightly, the brute was enjoying the warm sun radiating down upon his multi-hued pelt. The desert was more relaxing than most gave it credit for, after all, there were so many stories within the sands. Rasalas felt as if he learned more from the Occasus than any other land he had trekked through. The satisfaction of holding so much history beneath his paws was overwhelming, and the Alpha adored it.
Auden’s dominant posture and demeanor seemed to vanish shortly after he decided that he was going to pretend to be someone else for a change. He would not challenge Rasalas for his birth right, as the heir of Zahir to become leader of the Occasus. After all, Rasalas was turning out to be a very pleasant bloke. He had not charged Auden, demanding a reason why he had crossed the border, why Auden had not howled for him, or chase him out for trespassing. Rasalas reminded him much of his father in that sense; but Auden could not decided at the moment whether that was good or bad. Although Auden adored his father very much, he put the blame on Vee for Zahir’s final fall.
The mulatto was composed in front of the new Alpha; his tail had fallen low, though not curled between his legs, and as a giant weight of expectations lifted off of his shoulders he seemed to sink into a more comfortable, relaxed stance. Dipping his head in polite greeting to the Alpha was the most submissive gesture Auden displayed, although it was not out of a lack of respect for Rasalas. Auden was more complex than he would have liked himself to be, but growing up in a world where he was at the top of the ranking ladder, he could not imagine himself groveling in the sand at the Alpha’s paws. Further more, his time as an adult wolf and a free thinker, he had decided long ago that he would only respect those that showed him they deserved his respect.
Auden was not an elderly wolf, as a matter of fact he was a babe compared to some. But in his time he had seen so much change around Anikira, he had watched all of the original packs from when he was a pup rise and fall, new Alpha’s emerge just as the dust settled on the territory. Auden himself had lost so much and gained very little; one could not help but understand where his rebellious nature, as some would suggest, came from. One day maybe Auden would find himself confiding in Rasalas, and maybe all of Auden’s behavior would make sense to him then. But today was not going to be that day. Tomorrow either… So until then Auden would have to play the part of a newcomer. He would have to be subjected to questions like, “What skills do you have?”
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For a moment the inquiry caught him off guard for he had never been asked such a thing. What skills did he poses? The idea never crossed his mind, what did it even really mean? The only thing he could think of off the top of his head was his history here. Auden knew the Occasus like an old friend; they had been his home since he could remember. But he also had a general knowledge of the neighboring territories, Xisyn, I’queyer, The Oriens, even Acerbus. He had visited each one at least once in his lifetime, he knew of the prey each contained, and he knew each of the territory’s past. What he knew of Anikira and her troubled and triumphant past was all he could think of telling Rasalas, but he couldn’t divulge that much information, not just yet.
But what else did he have? He could hunt well enough to keep himself fed, but could he lead a hunt? He could protect himself if worst came to worst, but he wasn’t much of a fighter. He knew nothing of plants and their abilities to heal the wounded. At this rate he was becoming just another body, a number in the packs size, another mouth to feed. He couldn’t speak to his loyalty, he had just handed over the only thing that he belonged too in a matter of seconds. What could he possibly say?
“The pleasure is all mine Sir Rasalas,” he smiled politely. “If you must know, I am just like you and any other wolf. I feed when I am hungry, I find water when I thirst for it, and I fight when it is necessary. If I go above and beyond in any of the fields you require, then it is beyond my scope of recognition.” Auden resigned that the truth was probably his best option, even if it what he said was missing the whole truth, his conscience quelled knowing that he wasn’t spinning a web of lies, just omitting certain information. “Perhaps if we were to spend more time together you would see something in me that I am too humble to see in myself.”
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The Alpha was satisfied with the path his life had begun to travel, certainly it had hardships; thus far, all of them had been worth it. He went from becoming the leader of his family, to losing them all, and now he was here. The creation and fall of Ryala, and now their new beginning. Thanks to his paws, and Scout's words of extreme encouragement, Rasalas had been able to resurrect this pack. Perhaps it was simply the weather, maybe the coming together of the canines had nothing to do with him. In fact it most likely didn't. Either way, they were growing in size and strength and he valued that to be important. His family would be strong once more. They would support each other and protect each other and their lands. His birth family had no claims upon a territory, they merely followed food; often times it brought them into unfamiliar terrain.
They had many good times, and several unfortunate ones. One of those being the extreme cold they had faced. Perhaps it had merely been a stroke of luck that they had gotten stuck in the bitter cruelty; however, it had permanently scarred the brute. His fear of the north was secret and dark. His family had slowly died and he had to convince them to keep moving. The elders had struggled on, pleading that he give them a break; Alas! He could do no such thing. The newest generation became sick and neither old nor young could survive if they remained in the cold. The red brute was of a hearty age unlike the others, it was his decision. With that, he had saved his sisters. Pushed them to head south to the warmth before the ice settled into their little veins too. They sobbed when Mother died, sometimes at night he could still hear their cries within the ebony air.
Even today it brought tears to his eyes when he was alone. Often his mind wandered, wondering if that bear had slaughtered them quickly or if the unthinkable occurred. The red brute could barely think about the large animal eating his puny siblings alive. He would not permit the same fate to come over the pack he had stepped up to guide. They would have his protection, he would not allow them to fade away into the sand. Despite the fact that merely himself and Scout were the only original canines, all of the others were just as much family. Their worth was equivalent as his own, or so the Alpha believed. Even so, the brute still struggled to trust the newcomers; yet, it was vital to extend them trust. Until one of them betrayed him, he would proceed to give these wolves a chance for a true home. After all, he had needed a second chance - what made the others less deserving?
His golden eyes politely shifted back towards the ivory desert brute before him. Rasalas did wonder if his approach to speaking with newcomers was a little harsh, he had little experience with the topic. He was born to his family and had aided Aries in the creation of Ryala, but really he held no authority when she was in charge. He could not accept a newcomer or do anything without her guidance, she simply could not give up control on anything. With that little experience, Rasalas could not be expected to know the type of formalities an alpha was expected to have. He did not wish to come off dictating and violent; yet, he did not want to be a rug for others to walk upon. It was a complicated cycle rummaging around within his brain.
Auds quivered as they eagerly accepted the words that Auden was delivering to them. They captured the Alpha quite off guard, as the others seemed to be able to direct at least one skill they possessed, it was good with directing the brute as to where to put them with ranks. This canine, was quite humble. It was something that Rasalas had experienced before, but not to such an extent as this. He was quite intrigued with it, slightly curious to get to know this brute; he assumed that Auden had quite an interesting story to become this way. An approving smile crossed the Alpha's maw even though for a moment he was at a loss for words. "I am fascinated with your humility, Auden. There are few others with such ways," he gave a slight nod of the head, as if attempting to reinforce his words. "I will happily offer you a home within Ryala, we are a family here and I do believe you will be a perfect fit." His tail flicked behind him a few times, satisfied that this particular canine wished to join them. "And I am never opposed getting to know you, perhaps we can both learn about ourselves as well as the other. Friendship teaches one quite a bit."
For as independent as Auden tried to be, for as much as he tried to become his own wolf, he could not help that he sounded just like his father. Vee was a very humble creature, an extremely kind Alpha, and a patient father. Being probably the biggest outcast in a pack of misfits, Vee always understood that everyone encountered problems throughout their lifetime, and everyone deserved a second, or a third chance. Auden was not entirely ashamed that he was becoming his father; he idolized him for so long. No one ever had anything poor to say against his father’s reputation, at least to the best of his knowledge.
"I am fascinated with your humility, Auden. There are few others with such ways..."
For the moment Auden’s mind became sidetracked, thinking of his father and how there was not a time that he could recall Vee raising his voice, or speaking in a foul tone. It was no wonder where Auden learnt his sense of modesty. Although where Auden came up with the way he put words together was beyond his comprehension. Vee, having been mute for a better part of his life and deaf since birth, speech was not his forte. Although anyone who had known him for a long time had to commemorate him, he had come a long way considering he could not hear how his own voice sounded…
Auden could only assume that his mother was eloquent with her words, though the only time he could remember her… She was hardly alive, much less talkative. But he could not deny that he had a way with words that he never intended. Even so, he seemed to impress the Alpha of Ryala and nearly rendered him speechless.
"I will happily offer you a home within Ryala…”
Quite suddenly he felt guilty that he was accepted into this new pack, mostly because he felt as if he had lied to get his way in… Would the Alpha had thought of his any differently if he had confessed that he was the Heir to the previous pack, that he had been the Alpha of Zahir for however short his term had been? Would Rasalas, for as kind and genuine he seemed, would he have thought of Auden as a threat to his title and chased him out of The Occasus?
“Thank you sir,” he dipped his head respectfully, his eyes falling down to the ground briefly to hide his shame. Lifting his head he forced a smile upon his face and continued, “Perhaps we will.” Hopefully you won’t mind what you find…
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