A girl worth fighting for
06-10-2014, 03:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-10-2014, 03:47 PM by Awaken.)
Oh how fate loved Irony. Irony was a beautiful woman who loved to toy with Awaken's head. What had brought him here? A mere hunch. An Inkling that dwelled in his mind. He remembered nothing but sadness. His king lay, fallen in this cave. Him and.. someone else, working to heal him. He remembered what she looked like in scarcity, but not her name, nor her role. All he knew was she was everything to him.?
Her voice was soft, her heart was loving and she was perfect for him. He could remember everything beautiful about her... But her name... Or even her to begin with. Fate and Irony were like a married couple. Or more like a pair of old women. With nothing better to do than to bicker and gosip about what trickery they should play next.?
Awaken sat in the floor of the Cavern, watching the hours pass by his eyes. He'd come here, but why? What had tempted him? Perhaps he was just wondering again. Wondering into Oblivion. Perhaps that was all he could do, was wonder.?
Or he could act.
For all he knew there was a girl out there. A girl he knew at one point. A girl he longed to have again, and he wouldn't rest untill he found her again. He thought and thought for about another hour on how to track down a woman without a name to go off of. He then thought of it. He'd create a paradice for her, he'd tear down one vicious empire by taking down an Alpha, and build her a home. He'd lay every brick for her. Perhaps then she would come to him, and he wouldnt have to try to track her down, but she'd come to him.?
He had to fight for her.
Her voice was soft, her heart was loving and she was perfect for him. He could remember everything beautiful about her... But her name... Or even her to begin with. Fate and Irony were like a married couple. Or more like a pair of old women. With nothing better to do than to bicker and gosip about what trickery they should play next.?
Awaken sat in the floor of the Cavern, watching the hours pass by his eyes. He'd come here, but why? What had tempted him? Perhaps he was just wondering again. Wondering into Oblivion. Perhaps that was all he could do, was wonder.?
Or he could act.
For all he knew there was a girl out there. A girl he knew at one point. A girl he longed to have again, and he wouldn't rest untill he found her again. He thought and thought for about another hour on how to track down a woman without a name to go off of. He then thought of it. He'd create a paradice for her, he'd tear down one vicious empire by taking down an Alpha, and build her a home. He'd lay every brick for her. Perhaps then she would come to him, and he wouldnt have to try to track her down, but she'd come to him.?
He had to fight for her.
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(thankyou azilla!!)
06-13-2014, 06:58 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-13-2014, 06:58 PM by Drashiel.)
Drashiel Armada |
"You presume correctly." Drashiel sat as the older male continued to speak. He was a patient brute and would humor the older male as he told his story. Drashiel's head tilted to the side just slightly. Gargoyle? He did not know this male. Beneath his stoic, silent, exterior muscles tensed ever so subtly as the male spoke of their lovely little family being torn apart. He didn't say but who but Drashiel had the sneaking suspicion it might have been at the paws of an Armada or one of their allies. It never really occured to Drashiel to question where and how his father had gotten ahold of Glaciem. Not that he ever really expected to talk with his father. Isardis was either gone or ailing. The old albino was moving from illness to illness and Drashiel had begun to question whether the ice king was on his way out of this world. The male, who introduced himself as Awaken, didn't seem to harbor any aggression toward Drashiel in particular for which the younger male was thankful for. He knew the Armada's had a particular reputation among certain wolves but he could not help his fathers actions? though he wasn't sure he would be any different. He'd never thought of it before. Drashiel turned away as the elder male spoke of a girl. His thoughts drifted to S'alkrie. He smiled softly. "I don't even know how to talk to her? " he muttered softly. "But? if I can help you find this woman I will but? that's not much to go off of. Do you remember at all what she looks like?" |