Dance of a Rose
10-06-2015, 08:58 AM
It wasn't at all surprising to him that most of Abaven was eager to fight. These wolves had taken a pack from his family, and however distant they might be, it felt like a betrayal to him. Lark was beyond ready to prove himself to all of Abaven.. but most importantly, to his father. There was nothing he wouldn't do for them, and he wanted all of them to know how deep his loyalties ran. Even some of his siblings would fight, a fact that surprised him, and the few that wouldn't would be attending to the injuries and watching over the wolves that would not be joining them. Before he pulled away from the rest, he would search for a few wolves to assess their reactions - the few friends he had made outside of his own family, like Tinaro and Calypsei and Lillianna. They would fight together, they would defend their home and Sin and his wolves would regret ever so much as looking at a Destruction - Lark had never been more certain of anything in his life. He was surprised at the new friendship that had formed between Lillianna and his sister. He felt a strange anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach over it. Finch was delicate and pure; Lillie was stubborn and foul-mouthed, a fighter at heart, or that was the kind of aura he'd gathered from her. The very thought of her tainting that goodness felt wrong, and though he knew he couldn't watch over Finch constantly, he felt a responsibility to her that he could not shake. Without thinking much, perhaps impulsively, he would call out to Lillie. He didn't even really now why, but he felt like he should speak to her. His brows would pull together when she approached, his stare quizzical as he regarded her. "So.." he'd began slowly. "It's too bad we're not fighting Imperium, huh," he half-joked, a small hint of a smile tugging at his lips before it faded again, replaced by a sullen stare. |