01-14-2015, 05:43 PM
As it was, he reached out with his senses to talk to the wolves. There was nervous energy. He had killed one of their own. He couldn't find any close by. He guessed that they probably wanted to avoid him now. He had hurt so many.
He fought to maintain his relaxed state as he felt the emotions begin to stir again. He needed his guitar to fight now - something to distract, and suddenly it was in his hands. He played it for a bit, strumming a few soft chords before stopping, already feeling better. The guitar disappeared, and Calvin stood, looking around. It was then that he spotted the wolf. She hadn't been on his senses and her crouched position told him that she was ready to pounce.
He was pretty sure this wolf was angry - or sad - or a combination of both. He didn't know. But he looked at the wolf sadly. The guilt came up again and Calvin didn't fight it. He had to feel this pain for a moment.
Then he sent the images to the wolf - a greeting - and an apology. He hadn't wanted Dawn Wind to die, but he should have listened. He hoped the wolf would understand. He sent more images - images of the wolf teaching him. He sent images of him as a pup submitting to her authority. He would listen and followed it up with physically getting on his knees. He pleaded with the wolf to teach him - tried to tell her that he was sorry and had made a mistake. Dawn Wind had sacrificed himself for Calvin's safety - because Calvin hadn't listened and had put his pack in danger. He wouldn't anymore.
He fought to maintain his relaxed state as he felt the emotions begin to stir again. He needed his guitar to fight now - something to distract, and suddenly it was in his hands. He played it for a bit, strumming a few soft chords before stopping, already feeling better. The guitar disappeared, and Calvin stood, looking around. It was then that he spotted the wolf. She hadn't been on his senses and her crouched position told him that she was ready to pounce.
He was pretty sure this wolf was angry - or sad - or a combination of both. He didn't know. But he looked at the wolf sadly. The guilt came up again and Calvin didn't fight it. He had to feel this pain for a moment.
Then he sent the images to the wolf - a greeting - and an apology. He hadn't wanted Dawn Wind to die, but he should have listened. He hoped the wolf would understand. He sent more images - images of the wolf teaching him. He sent images of him as a pup submitting to her authority. He would listen and followed it up with physically getting on his knees. He pleaded with the wolf to teach him - tried to tell her that he was sorry and had made a mistake. Dawn Wind had sacrificed himself for Calvin's safety - because Calvin hadn't listened and had put his pack in danger. He wouldn't anymore.