The Vastness
|
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
His life since the war had been very...different. He cared not about the maim he suffered, but his mind had remained on the one that was taken from him...Takira was enslaved, at least he was sure she still was. It had been a long time since he'd seen her, and he was starting to miss her...he had thought about going to challenge for her, but the only thing that kept him from doing so was the fact that if he lost, there was the potential he would end up in the same boat. He sighed angrily, kicking a rock or two as he moved through the foggy terrain. Life was...complicated. His time spent much on the battlefield because of several challenges on his father, but he would be there to back him up when he could. Now though, he needed a break. He wanted to lie low and be away from it all.
He would pause as the scent of fresh blood reached him, curiosity as to what it was urged him forward. He wandered for a moment longer, a very familiar scent trailed across him. Ah, interesting...he was surprised, however, that the male still carried the scent of a loner, while the plains clearly carried the scent of the boy's mom. Altering his course a bit, Enigma followed the boy's scent until eventually he found him. "This is a surprise. How are you, Tornach?" Of all the wolves he could ever be friendly to, it was this male. He had been the only one to help him and his former packmates when they needed it. And of course, Enigma respected him as well. |
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
Foreign words fell upon him, and even though he didn't understand the language, he felt it was some sort of greeting with the way Tornach had said them. Enigma dipped his head in return as he closed the distance, leaving a few feet between them so as not to be rudely far, but also leaving a comfortable distance for personal space. Everytime they had come across each other, it was in the wake of some sort of battle for life and death. While he could care less about Arian's demise, she had seemed to want it when she went through with challenging his father. She had thrown herself into a losing fight, and he knew she knew that. But clearly, others who had been there thought otherwise.
Tornach would say he was doing well, even mentioning he was trying to further his healing career. That was good. Enigma had thought about doing the same, but even if he had all the healing knowledge in the world, he doubted anyone would want him doing anything of the sort for them considering his father's reputation. And while he wasn't exactly like his father, he still carried the same ambition that drove his father. "That's good to hear." He murmured, noting the hesitance. Before he could comment on it, tor asked if he was hungry. If he were in any other position, he might have politely declined. But with feeding his younger siblings, he would take him up on the offer. "Thank you, I appreciate the offer. Life hasn't been too kind lately." His ears perked at Tornach's question, his amber gaze thoughtful for a moment. He could trust him right? The last thing he wanted was for the boys mom to know everything about him and his family. She didn't seem the friendly sort...far from it in his eyes.
"I'm doing as well as I can given the circumstances. Taking care of my younger brother...I must confess it's...hard..I don't know how to properly care for a blind wolf.." He had to admit. The rogue life for his brother wasn't the kind of life he needed. Enigma had thought about taking him to a pack where he might do better, but he was sure they were all reluctant to take in the child of an enemy. He wasn't sure why everyone hated his father, but it most likely reflected on the family as a whole, even if some of them were nothing like their dad. |
|
This character is equally proficient in both English and Irish Gaelic
The male nodded his thanks as he prodded the birds that Tor had been so kind to offer. He picked one, the other nudged back to the Healer. "I'll just take one back for my brother. Thanks again." He sat heavily on the ground, his mind growing heavy with thoughts. Amber gaze looked at tor when he apologized, and enigma shrugged a little. "It's the least I can do. My younger brother has nobody else. My whole family seems to have vanished." He knew his father had retreated somewhere to take care of his wounds. Little did he know that his father would meet his demise soon enough. He wasn't looking for pity, but perhaps he was subtly looking for advice.
Flicking his ears, he shifted a little when Tor offered his help in the future. Enigma didn't know how to respond to it, he'd never asked for help before, let alone seek it out. At least, not before the war. But now? He was taking care of his brother alone, his sister Silva living in Dono and the rest? Hell if he knew. He sighed as he looked away, a curt nod accepting the offer of help should he need it. Of all the wolves around who hated his guts and hated his family, this one was indifferent to it.
"You're trying to squeeze out every thank you I have, aren't you?" It was a joke of course. Made clear by the small smile and laugh that parted his inky lips. After that, Tor did have a point. A companion to look after his brother would be a good idea. "I think I will look for one. He hasn't been able to see since he was born, maybe a companion will give him more freedom and confidence." Of course, he'd have to ask Obscuro what kind of companion he wanted. Something big enough to protect him when he wasn't around. With that said, he curiously eyed Tor, a question begging to be answered. "Why aren't you in your mother's pack?" |