Since that fateful day, Riften had thought and dreamed of nothing else. The slow motion recaptures in his brain played over and over again, each time there was more and more dialogue from the angel herself, and Riften too was becoming more bold, bolder than the sun shining with the brilliant radiance of summer. He had bene through the thick of war and come out the other side practically untouched. He gave all of that gratitude to the angel that had saved his life. He did not know where to find her, but he was roam until he did seek her out. He would do anything to see her, to talk to her, and devote himself to her for the rest of his days. It was a hard turn over from the princess, but she had never returned any of his letters, never sending anything that showed she cared. Now there was a female that was actively saving his life, protecting him from those that wished to skin him alive. How could he not be devoted to her?
Wandering through the lands, he was secured on her scent, trying to find it high and low. Other scents of alluring females tried to whisk him away, but he would not give up, he was like a scent hound on the trail, determined to find his savior. Riften's eyes looked high and low, all around him as he crossed into territories and areas he had never been before. But he was brave, driven by love and determined to let her know just how special and amazing she was to him. She needed to know she was the reason for him to take a breath each day, his reason for joining the army, and why he would be sure to do whatever he could to make her happy. He had already prepared many ballads in his brain, singing them to himself for her, waiting for the moment he would be able to sing to her as a noble knight should. The sound of rushing water pulled him from his thoughts. It was a good time to stop and get a drink, maybe rest his weary paws a little bit. After moving towards the river and taking a drink, he rested his form upon the ground. It was cool here, cooler temperatures due to the weather conditions as well as the water near him. He was content here, and really gave himself the time to look around the place more than he had before. It was breathtaking. |
The sound of running water would always be her calling. If she decided to drink or bathe in it would often be determined when she actually arrived at the scene. The days were growing colder, but cold water was just as refreshing on the aching muscles of travel just as well as hot water was. Often times she did not find hot enough water, however, so she had grown accustomed to taking cold baths instead. As she grew closer the scent of another caught her attention, it was slightly familiar, but it wasn’t until she saw him that she recognized him immediately. He was at the heart of the battle, the one she had saved from an almost terrible fate, and when she thought they would have to secure blows of fang to flesh—he submit. ”Hey,” she spoke to him softly as she approached, her head lower in alignment with her shoulders to show she meant no harm. ”I’m glad to see you’re doing well! Especially after, well, you know.” Her shoulders dropped lightly at the thought of war. She was no saint, she had left another badly battered, and bloodied, the sight was still so fresh in her head. Sometimes she didn’t even know what they were fighting for anymore. Would things ever really change? As long as there was a king it would always be bias. She did not see any of those royal heathens pushing their nose into war, no. Instead they watched as those who kissed their toes did all the bidding. How much dead and blood until it was enough? Her lips curled into a frown, her gaze drifted from him as she lost herself in the thought. |
Hearing a voice pulled him from his thoughts. His head perked up, and his head rotated to be able to see her from the direction she approached him. They did not get a chance to exchange words on the battlefield, and he worried that he would never have seen her again. He stared at her, his body in some sort of state of shock. His heart started to beat quicker than it had on the battlefield. He looked at her, and was pretty sure that his lower jaw was opening all on its own. The angel spoke to him. He blinked a few times, until finally words slipped out from his lips.
He was quickly reminded of his manners, and stood up, then bowed his chest to the floor. |
Rayne hadn't suspected he would be so thrilled to see her, never mind even remember her after all was said and done. So much had happened on that battlefield as well as after, and she knew for a fact it wasn't done yet. When he spoke her ears flicked forward at him, ocean gaze settling on the softness of his features. He was filled with so many questions, rightfully so, and they were valid to ask. Especially the last one. She owed him nothing, she owed none of them anything actually, but the battle was not fair. The man who was going after the boy on the battlefield wanted blood, revenge. Possibly even death. Was she any better though? For she too almost brought another man close to death. With a soft sigh she continued on to clear her throat before answering. "The numbers were uneven," she explained while she looked at him deadpan in the eyes. "They didn't care about you, but they felt power over you in numbers. I wasn't simply going to sit there and watch them rip you to pieces simply because of their God complex." She felt very passionate about the whole thing, but deep down she knew this boy before her was also fighting for a purpose, one that did not align with hers. "We are not the same you know. What we fight for? I am not on your side," she wished to make it very clear. "Your King doesn't care about you, he wouldn't have fought alongside you in his battle, nor would he have paid your parents out for your funeral if things had gone south you know?" She squinted at him, the despite for the Kings was clear on her tongue. "You're just a number. Just another body." She inhaled a sharp breath. |
She had been his savior, and for that, he would allow her intense emotions to roll off his shoulders. She was just passionate about life and living it, he could understand that. She did not side with one side of the war or the other, which was fine - he really didn't either. As Riften listened to her unravel all the drama onto his ears, he sat there, staring at her. She did not share her name, and that was alright. She wanted to remain the perfect and wild angel that she was. Riften gave her a smile regardless, and his tail wagged gently behind himself. The passion that she unveiled to him was something he had only seen when he himself laid it on thick with his own father. He was in awe of her courage, both on the battle and off. She was someone to look up to, someone who put others before herself to protect them from certain doom.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The words came out really soft, almost inaudible. He was not very brave right now. Fighting against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes" It was risky to share the love ballad he had written for her. As the song reached the half way point, his voice got louder. @Rayne |
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She questioned him, much like his own father and for a second, he thought about leaving. But after what she had done for the boy, how could he just up and go off to do something else. Nothing else in his life had meaning. His family had no idea where he was, and he really did not feel like he wanted to be around them. Not after the way Argent had just shown his utter disappointment in the young lad. He was more than just a pup "with a crush". He was a warrior now, he was almost a man, no longer a boy.
As he serenaded her, he was paying little attention to her behavior, how it was making her feel. He was concerned that it might have come on too strong, but that was the only thing he really knew how to do. Dive head on into his feelings. |
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