Steps were quiet, his stature not quite what it used to be. With the way he was now, nobody would suspect that he was sired from "royalty", but in Rin's mind, it was anything but. His father was nothing but a curse on the lands, a blemish that others hated. Rin had left when he was around a year old, keeping nothing but a name. He heard nothing of his father since Glaciem's downfall, nor did he care anymore. He was sure that no matter what, he'd always live under his father's tainted shadow. The whole pack had looked up to Isardis then, but in the end, his own greed and pride had torn down his empire. That was how the story went, right?
The aging male had his nose to the ground, muzzle wrinkling at the scent of the ground. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but at this point he was looking for something, anything, to fill some part of him. And then, a voice broke through the thoughts plaguing his mind, and he'd turn to find a younger female bearing a scent unlike his own. Pale green eyes studied her for a moment, his voice seemingly lost inside him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd spoken, though the only time he truly remembered was when Kyung had rejected him. "Hi...I'm not...trouble..." It was...difficult really, for him to speak. He felt like maybe he couldn't even remember how to...and, he also felt like maybe his father's reputation had tainted the lands so bad that maybe everyone was wary of the Armada family. And yet, he had no idea that some, if not most of the population had forgotten or forgiven. Or at least, didn't know.
"Speech"
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