Rise and fall
04-17-2016, 01:07 AM
The vikings were not soft wolves, he made his vows and then vanished into thin air. There was no doubt he had waited too long, by now if they found him they would take him as a slave or kill him. For that, that was the cause for his anxiety. He forced himself to breath easy. Perhaps it wasn't safe for him to tell her, but she had to know eventually. “I vowed myself as a warrior to them - I was washed away by a storm and because of that I never returned. Since last time.....” he looked down. “In the best case scenario, they would enslave me.” Vereux sighed. “I'm sorry - I wish I had known your glaciem.”
Life would probably have been a better quality for him. The prince grew up prideful - he grew to be kind. However pain followed suit where ever he went. He smiled softly, Avalon though. Vereux didn't easily grow attached to wolves, especially those not part of his family. He raised his head, he cursed to his shivering in the snow. Trying to sit so that maybe he could control it better. “I wish I could be a stronger wolf for you.” he said. Friend or not - he wanted her to be safe.
“I speak” |