I can hear my bones moaning
05-14-2014, 08:43 PM
His time was getting tiresome here, Glaciem was a shattered piece of glass. Far different from when he was a boy, and the way he looked up to his father had etched to wanting answers of what he truly meant to the man. He was the blood of a traitorous woman, and even then he had boiling hatred for his mother in his own heart. Vereux had been foolishly pulled into many things, his emotions were mildly shot and elegance was nothing more that a far of dream. The blue boy would come to rest on a branch merely a few feet above the ground. What was his place in this world? He was no healer, but his paws never seemed good at the hand of fighting. Maybe the supreme blood had skipped him, Athena surely had it. Vereux would give his life to protect his sister, she was a princess everyone loved her. He would never be loved like that, he would never be as pure as his father. Was he simply accepting it, or passing time with these thoughts. Vereux would desperately want to engage in a conversation with his father. Was there a chance to throw away his uncertainty. While Athena had told him even if he found no place in the world he was still special. He highly doubted that was how his father felt, and he respected his father dearly. It was the same with uncle etern. Vereux was a one eyed failure right now. Speech, |