Stuck In These Memories

That's not how others saw it? But why not? It made perfect sense! They were pack. Pack was family. And even if you didn't like family, they were still family. And family just wasn't blood, either. He supposedly had a father but his father wasn't family, Imperium was! And, like, as much as he got soooo annoyed with Dragon he'd still try to kill anyone who hurt his younger brother. No hesitation! Because family! And this woman was family too, because she was Imperium. And she would always be family, unless she betrayed Imperium in which case she was awful and terrible and didn't deserve anything anyways.

But he was certain that wouldn't happen!

He frowned further as she explained, but he found himself nodding. "Well, I don't like my brother Dragon and we argue and fight all the time - he's not smart at all, he doesn't listen to any rules - but I'd still bite the face off of anyone who hurt him," he replied matter-of-factly. But he had to admit, she had a point... distrust was bad, really bad. "Distrust is terrible though... pack should trust each other! And if you can't trust a pack member, then they shouldn't be pack. But... with tension, aren't fights the best way to break that? Dragon and I will fight each other when we get super super angry and then we're fine until he does something stupid again," he explained. He wasn't trying to argue anymore, either... it was more like he was... trying to hold a discussion. Which was great, because she was being so... so awesome. She was talking to him like an adult! Not like his mother, though he kinda got that, well, she was his mother. It sort of made sense. Enough sense to him, anyways. But Mercy was different, and he liked that. He hadn't really met many others since he came into Imperium.

He listened with rapt attention at her description of the tiger, eyes going wide. A great, hulking beast, impossibly fast with giant claws as sharp and strong as his bite... bright orange, with white splotches and stripes everywhere. All in all, it sounded like a very terrifying beast, and the young boy was suitably impresssed, his mouth forming a little 'o'. "I can't believe you survived," he breathed. "You must be one of the best fighters," he added with a firm nod. And then she'd go on to confirm that she was a fighter for Imperium, a Le-gion-air-y. Legion-ary. And then, and then... the boy quivered with his own excitement, and he couldn't resist it, his tail started beating on the ground and he was nodding enthusiastically. "Yes! I wanna learn to fight, and fight the tigers like you!" He forced himself to calm down, but his eyes shone with a glittering excitement.

It dulled slightly with her name - or rather, it tamed itself to a degree. "That's a cool name! Mercy Geh... Gehrehro," he tried sounding out, annoyance crossing his face as he realized he couldn't pronounce Guerrero. But, he liked it. He'd also have to work on pronouncing it. It and legionary, he had been working on tiger since the start. Yeah, definitely.