Sending my love on a wire
If Morgana wanted to change the conversation she could. Migi only wanted to know more about her, he wanted to protect her. And he wanted to bond with her if that made any sense. Though her question brought a thought to mind, she was much like the wolves he used to take care of at home. But a little bit of the whores in the underground as well, just not as, frisky. Not that he saw at least, but what did he know.“My experiences.” he had to recollect his thoughts.
“I'm afraid I was on the other end of the stick my entire childhood. I was around people who abused their power, I started to feel nothing in order to survive. They would have been great if they could have kept their heads out of their asses.” Migi said as they stopped. Perhaps he was getting soft, that didn't happen though. He could easily tear into a wolf whenever he wanted. It was just right now he had other things, like this pack to worry about. |
Morgana knew she could easily change the subject, but her mind was a piece of work. She wasn't all quite there more often then not. Though such things she kept to her self, even as they had reached the dead end with now way but back towards the dens. But those frosted eyes trained them selves upon him, listening as he spoke. Only a pause before he would begin again and a brow would raise.
"Hmm, doesn't sound too delightful. But things have clearly changed since then." After all he was here, much less the fact he was going to be a father that year. In a pack that didn't abuse him or used him for their own ends, life was different. But as always unpredictable. Brushing past him, she allowed their pelts to mingle as she headed back towards the dens, perhaps going outside for a bit wouldn't be bad.
Migi could probably tell she wasn't always all there, but it wasn't like that bothered him. He was probably half insane himself, he had been beaten down to the core by his brother and exposed to such things at a young age it would be surprising if nothing had come of it. “It's been better since I left. I decide my own path now, you don't need a crown to be your own king.” Migi said to her as they circled around.
“I like it better, being with you.” Migi would make that note out loud. He remembered how he and Trica became friends. She was the complete and polar opposite of himself. After all, she was terrified of blood, it took him a bit to make her calm down after snipping at that man. |
Those eyes blinked as she headed towards the exit, that tail flicking left to right in thought. But she listened to what Migi had to say, taking it in and letting that mind to process it. "Very true, but once you find your self alone and out in the world. You find a new found freedom that no one can ever give to you." She spoke lightly and from experience, it had been a loss losing her family and those she had known yet at the same time with their down fall she had gained so much more.
A bit of a chuckled left her, as he said this; "Is that so, Migi? And what do you like about being with me, hm?" Perhaps he had enticed a more playful aspect of her out for once. Then again certain things, just set her off.
Being alone it was true, he had been able to do whatever he wanted. Wolves would flock to him and he had to say if he didn't like them or they threatened him they would find themselves in a bloody grave. Even the useless whelps that were not his. So you could say he wasn't all there either, he did not care for things that were not his, were not close to him. As she spoke a small smile grew on his face and he laughed. “You're very pretty. Besides you gave be a reason to turn on my emotions, though I can just as easily detach myself again.” once you got the hang of it, it wasn't so hard. Not healthy, but still not too hard.
“No wolf is wholly good or wholly evil, we may not be all there. But it's the fact that we accept each other as we are that creates a bond.” Migi knew this to be true. Sometimes he hated others guts, other times he just wanted their company. Things he found useless he'd get rid of in most cases, or would try really hard to attempt to. So far he wasn't dead yet. |
Morgana had found her freedom once slaying her captives, she had enjoyed life. Enjoyed not being imprisoned and tortured as they had do so to her. Yet these thoughts were cut short as Morgana gave a snort and a chuckle at Mimi's words; she was pretty? Well, that was quite a new one to say. However she quite moved forward intending on moving towards her own den, a bit of sleep was a must for her body was requiring far more energy then normal. But she also knew, she was going to need more then just fluffy little rabbits to fill her belly. Those ears shifted and that tail flicked as she moved, debating on what he said but not really finding an answer for him. "Hmm, perhaps Migi." Of course having her own thoughts upon such things, but they were pushed aside as she passed him and headed into her den; he wouldn't be far behind as she settled down to sleep.
Fade.
Morgana was definitely something, he knew that enough. Maybe she wasn't there, maybe she didn't exist. If she was a figment of his insane imagination, that would be alright with him as well. He had been told that there was something wrong with his brain before, it wouldn't surprise him. Something that didn't bother him, for the male and his adversaries it didn't matter what their opinions were. After she spoke, it seemed the woman was becoming tired, willingly he followed her to the den. He looked around for a moment, wondering if one day they'd share this den if she'd let him. “Would you like me to leave?” he asked looking at her.
He knew he had already convinced the little wolf Aiko of the world and his trust. So, he wasn't totally useless, it just went to show his people skills too despite how he was. His tail flicking behind him the patched wolf waiting for Morgana to respond. He wouldn't want her to feel uncomfortable, as much as he wished to lie beside the woman and help keep her warm. |
