I Dig Those Rhythm and Blues
11-29-2015, 11:50 AM
When it came to the conversation of parents, it put Rivaxorus at a stand still. Amachi was a single mother, he had already become suspicious of Avalon's mate. It came to his realization not everyone knew their mothers or fathers. Sometimes, it had him wishing he never knew his mother - however that was a curse. He couldn't think of it too long unless he wanted to be haunted by some sort of bad luck. "I guess I don't know how to start a conversation normally yet. I'm not even a year old." he grinned happily. Yes it was odd, and he knew that there were more rude wolves out there. However he wanted to be different. Then if a wolf didn't like him it was too bad. It hurt but, it wasn't like he was going to beat himself up for it.
"Most of my colors come from my mom.... she just died a few days ago. The gray comes from my dad as well as my eyes. My dad is the alpha of the pack I live in at the moment - though he has a new woman at his side." what their relationship was he didn't know. Nor did he care. He was still sore from the moments his dad decided to vanish just because his moms mental state wasn't okay. Then again - his dad had his own problems. Rivaxorus sighed for a moment, watching his breath turn into a white cloud over his mouth. Just like it had every day in the north where he had been born. |