Times Have Changed
01-09-2017, 04:05 PM
Free was a relative term, of course. But it made no difference to the young man. If Dragon had an issue, then Lykos would face it. As it was, he didn't believe he would ever see his family again, and he was alright with that. After what had happened...
Lykos sighed quietly, head tilting as he eyed the den. The last encounter he had with his mother - ending in her telling him he was nothing but scum, nothing but a man who would betray everything, everyone, who had no concept of loyalty. It stung more than he'd like to admit, and he still didn't want to think about it. Was staying behind betraying everyone? Was confiding in Mercy truly that damning? He hated it, with a burning passion. And yet, the family he chose still burned stronger in his heart than the family he was born to.
It was odd, yet strangely, there was still no remorse. He saw the den, smelled the old scent, remembered everything, and he'd change none of it - except maybe trying to convince his mother that confiding in someone was not betrayal. He felt next to nothing seeing this memory of his past - his future? It was strange.
Those thoughts were interrupted as paws crunched the snow behind him, and he inhaled deeply. Almost immediately, he identified the tell-tale scent of Mercy, which was always a mix of a both sharp and tangy-ish scent. He was frozen until she spoke, and he turned so slowly towards her, his eyes falling on the ghostly white fur, the black markings that were on her face, the dancing purple eyes, the swishing tail that was for some reason absurdly long.
It was familiar, and it was a wolf he had not seen for a long, long time. Perhaps this was what he was waiting for, perhaps this was the sign for him to actually do something instead of just... no interaction. His eyes glittered with restrained joy as he beheld her, though a reciprocating smirk soon graced his lips. "And I'm surprised you still do, given your tendency to piss people off," he murmured, the smirk turning into a wicked grin. He hadn't even realized how much he missed... well, this, until here he was, savoring it again.
"Speech" "You" Think
Lykos sighed quietly, head tilting as he eyed the den. The last encounter he had with his mother - ending in her telling him he was nothing but scum, nothing but a man who would betray everything, everyone, who had no concept of loyalty. It stung more than he'd like to admit, and he still didn't want to think about it. Was staying behind betraying everyone? Was confiding in Mercy truly that damning? He hated it, with a burning passion. And yet, the family he chose still burned stronger in his heart than the family he was born to.
It was odd, yet strangely, there was still no remorse. He saw the den, smelled the old scent, remembered everything, and he'd change none of it - except maybe trying to convince his mother that confiding in someone was not betrayal. He felt next to nothing seeing this memory of his past - his future? It was strange.
Those thoughts were interrupted as paws crunched the snow behind him, and he inhaled deeply. Almost immediately, he identified the tell-tale scent of Mercy, which was always a mix of a both sharp and tangy-ish scent. He was frozen until she spoke, and he turned so slowly towards her, his eyes falling on the ghostly white fur, the black markings that were on her face, the dancing purple eyes, the swishing tail that was for some reason absurdly long.
It was familiar, and it was a wolf he had not seen for a long, long time. Perhaps this was what he was waiting for, perhaps this was the sign for him to actually do something instead of just... no interaction. His eyes glittered with restrained joy as he beheld her, though a reciprocating smirk soon graced his lips. "And I'm surprised you still do, given your tendency to piss people off," he murmured, the smirk turning into a wicked grin. He hadn't even realized how much he missed... well, this, until here he was, savoring it again.
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