How many times am I going to need a rescuer?
First it had been Gabriel and the Clan of BlizzardClan in general. They had saved him from near-certain death and restored purpose and promise to his life. The circumstances that had brought his starving, battered body to the fringe of their land were no longer relevant, but the details were still sharp in his memory, and they served to highlight the importance of his saviors. Things had gone swimmingly for a while thereafter; he had recovered, a few promotions landed him as a Paladin alongside his boyfriend and his dear friend Leifsdottir, and all was right with the world. Though it probably shouldn't've, it came as a surprise when it all fell apart.
First the assassination; the sudden acquisition of abilities he had not known were trapped within him; the arrival of a new body he barely understood; and then, finally, the Incident. The Incident and the months that came after were not ones he wished to discuss nor even dwell upon in his own head; besides, what was more important was the fact that he had escaped them, and that Duskstar had found him. As handsome a rescuer as Gabe had been, though markedly less mysterious, the Vicar General had rehabilitated his shattered remnants until he stood upon his own two feet again. Algernon Resurgam - emphasis on resurgam, he supposed. Hadn't Irene said it was Latin for "again"?
How many more times will I need a rescuer?
The Shepherd's Stone appeared in Algernon's line of sight. Dust-colored eyes took in its edges, studying the jaggedness of where the rock had perhaps tumbled from Mt. Kodiak and the places where wind and weather had created smooth planes and corners. There was a knot in the Border Collie's chest as he approached the stately boulder, fear twisting in his heart like a knot of serpents. Unable to bear the weight, he teleported directly to the top, spinning to face the village and bringing his feathered tail over his paws. He stared steadily out at the rows of cottages, the huts the Haveners claimed as their own. He admired the grayish-blue slate which comprised the roofs, noted bluejays and rooks flitting in the eaves, traced the winding ribbons of ivy that wrote verdant patterns against the stone.
Suddenly, a groundswell of determination introduced steeliness to his posture, and without hesitation, the chocolate-and-white dog spoke, allowing his boyish voice to unfurl over the quaint town. To accompany his words, he sent up small golden flares, a bit like fireworks, so they sparkled and twinkled above where he sat on the stone.
May this time be the last.
"Hey, guys. If you all could lend me your ears for a minute, that'd be great." the former BlizzardClanner waited in tense but resolute silence for the Wind Haveners to gather. When they had, Algie offered a smile, taking in their expressions as they looked up at him. "My name is Algernon Resurgam. I was born a loner and ended up in BlizzardClan a little under a year ago. I lived there for a while and served in their hierarchy, but due to...certain circumstances...I disappeared for many months. I returned a few weeks ago and was found by your leader Duskstar. He helped me...he healed my wounds, he corrected my extreme case of undernourishment and dehydration, he gave me a soft and safe place to sleep..." Algernon paused, remembering the tender way the son of Zerogravity had cared for him, before continuing, "I'm not kidding when I say I owe him my life. And as we spent time together and he - basically - saved me, we got to talking about Wind Haven. This lovely group here."
Now came the difficult part.
"Duskstar informed me just a few days ago that we is stepping down as your leader...and he wants me to replace him. I cannot explain his reasons to you all; you'll have to ask him. However, I cannot find it in me to fail to fulfill his wishes, not after what he's done for me; and how could I turn down such an honor anyways, right?" A nervous flick of his soft ears before the Resurgam continued. "I hope you all have sufficient respect for the remarkable man who brought you to this point that you won't fight his choice. I hope you all give me the chance to prove myself a worthy leader. I have some truly enormous shoes to fill." a joking grin came onto his lips as he lifted one white paw, holding it aloft as if to do a handshake. "Uh, in terms of usual leader-meeting stuff...I'm going to let this information sink in before doing any promotions or demotions. But I can announce two things to start. First, I'm not going to be making any drastic changes, so don't worry. The ranks 'n stuff aren't going to be altered. Last, we're doing a party to celebrate Duskstar's service! He's done so much for us. It's only right that we celebrate him as he steps down. Yeah. Okay. That's it for me, and...let's hear it for our courageous leader, right?"
With intense relief on his face, the new Vicar General of Wind Haven leapt lightly to the ground and gave a loud, jovial woof, his wheat-hued gaze seeking the familiar frame of his savior.
OOC | Hey, guys! This was Weiss's decision. More information will come from her shortly, but for now, I'm happy to be here with y'all again. ♥