Rumor-Go-Round
Something about mentioning his father made him go stoic. He looked unamused at best, but if he had to choose his father was probably the better parent over his mother. Though he figured that both his parents were just as bad to him. However he was unbiased when it came to gathering and giving information. “Your mother is my aunt yeah.” he confirmed that Greed was indeed his cousin.
“My dad was known as the viscious king of the north - for some time he controlled the whole north with an iron fist. He took what he wanted - killed who he wanted and mated with who he wanted.” Vereux said as he recalled his days as a pup. If it weren't for how things had turned out, perhaps he would have turned out stronger. “Isardis Armada. The white devil king, he had a way of even convincing wolves from the other side to join him. He went to war with packs and always won. But, after killing Syrinx Adravendi he fell sick. Took my mom and went somewhere else to die.” That was the jist of it. “And that's not even half of it, but ask me what you like. I still remember a lot about my dad.” he shrugged his shoulders. |