DAEMRON + ANY cont from B2G

[Daemron]

He wakes with a rumble low in his throat, caught in the midst of a hunting dream – a manifestation of his connection with the she-wolf who has been with him since birth. His eyes flick open, a brief look of irritation crossing his features before fading with the remnants of the hunt. Yet despite his brother’s urgings, he does not immediately get to his feet, focusing instead on the wolf. Though separated by a fair distance, Daemron could sense her satisfaction – and through the magical ties that bind them, he feels the hunger beginning to ease, almost as though it were his own. He sighs as he gets to his feet, casting Nihlus a roguish look. “I was already on an adventure.” But he bumps his brother’s dark shoulder with the ease of a deep-rooted camaraderie, the offence forgotten as they leave the Valley side by side. Daemron doesn’t think twice about the proximity they share, for they’ve always been this way; his brother’s warmth is a comfort to him. They journey onward without speaking, though the chestnut colt glances over his shoulder now and then in search of his wolf. Nihlus would know – and the thought unsettles him. Perhaps it is because his elder brother never looked back. He shakes out his short willowed mane, dismissing the tension that knots his gut with every step that takes him further from the majority of his pack (wolf, sister, mother, father). When Nihlus stops to announce their arrival with a grin, he hides his relief and looks about said Meadow with an appraising stare, even as his dark bay counterpart pushes into his chest. Idly, Daemron lips at bits of black mane within easy reach. He is about to comment on the ordinariness of the widespread fields when the weather begins to change all too swiftly. He watches the skies grow heavy and dark before turning to Nihlus with a quizzical brow, which turns almost as swiftly to a frown at his brother’s droll wink. “Then let the rain come,” he goads, though perhaps he should have guessed the bay’s secret – for the rain follows Nihlus just as the wolf follows him. daemron trekk § noori WHEN THE SNOWS FALL AND THE WHITE WINDS BLOW, THE LONE WOLF DIES BUT THE PACK SURVIVES