It Has Come To This
11-10-2015, 01:44 AM
Ideas of moving on early crossed his mind when tiny paws soon struck his very large backside. It could have been a leaf at how soft it was, but then that laugh. Gwenaël tensed up right away, his whole massive form growing rigid just at the sound of it, and the voice that he knew all too well followed it. He growled, brown head spinning around to lock on her purple and yellow form. Ayla was here, of fucking course she was. His teeth were bared as his ears hugged his skull, displeasure in his green and yellow eyes at the sight of his half sister. He had thought that he had been rid of her for awhile while he came here, but nope, of course not. Maybe Feridun himself had cursed him after all, with this tiny little devil in a fun sized package. No matter what happened they tore at each other, even though they shared a father. He was a lot closer to his litermates than he was Ayla, the only pup born in her litter. While they sometimes played nice, his gaze roaming to the rose behind her ear in a point, they were always at each others throat. He hadn't liked her from the moment she had been born. She was blessed, chosen to be a seer, when he had to work his ass off to get where he was. A high ranking elite was not something that they just handed out. He had to prove that he had not been cursed like his one white sibling who had been killed, or like his mother who was sentenced to death. She had refused to leave his fathers side when she had fallen pregnant with Gwen and his litter mates, as was their custom. And when confronted, she insulted their laws and their ways, and because of it was killed. Gwen had to work extra hard to show that he was worth every bit of the Gøran name. But her. She had been handed every little thing, no matter how large. All because she had been blessed, and not him. He worked day in and out, and still was not as highly respected as Ayla. "Why in Ivet's name are you here? And don't call me Fawny." He said with a growl. She took the name that his siblings have given him out of endearment and twisted it in her usual ways. |