the sounds of music
01-27-2016, 10:38 AM
Vereux would tilt his scarred head to one side - how could he have missed it really. A small smirk strewn across his face, he couldn't help but to chuckle. Luck seemed to favor the strong, that was the simple matter. Bacchus reminded him dearly of Isardis. “You take after your grandfather, though you aren't quiet as white as he was.” He raised a brow. His spawn could easily strike him down at this moment, he could see if from how he spoke and moved. Vereux settled himself down a bit, he was done fighting his family. So be it if he was truck down here.
“Your grandfather Isardis was the greatest king alive, all the packs feared him. Me and Athena were part of his first litter. We had a brother - and we had a right to the throne but our mother was a whore. She ended up having pups with another man.” Yet his father still kept her around. To this day - perhaps that was his way of showing he could have some sort of passion. He would think Vereux useless wouldn't he. Perhaps if he had been born as a daughter instead, then things would have been better.
“I speak” |