Horrible Kids
He heard the growl, and he had to admit it pleased him greatly to hear that he was riling him up. “Dead anyway? Shows how much you cared for our blood.” Enigma's teeth bared, "I cared about them until they left the pack, and father, to die!" He snapped, "Including you!" He had been loyal to them all, even going as far as caring for the blind one for the sake of his father until he decided that Obscuro could finally survive on his own. It was hard teaching a blind wolf how to hunt and fight and to fend for himself, but in the end, they had made it work. The news about his mother was not much of a shock to him. He should've known that she wouldn't stick around long in the world of the living without Sin in it. So she had gone to join him, and Enigma figured it was better for her that way. As much as he loved her and was willing to protect her through any means necessary, she was weak. He caught Ganta's reaction at the mention of the scent, and he smirked while a low rumble of laughter came out. "Am I? Don't tell me you're actually in love? How cute. Too bad it won't last." Truth was, he had hoped that he and the woman who had collapsed on Hellstrom's borders would work out, but when Imperium took her during the siege, he never saw her again. When he found out they disbanded, he had searched for her, but Takira was nowhere to be found. He had given up on the concept of love then, and didn't believe in it anymore. She had been the only wolf who he had come to really care for and who had somehow drawn out those feelings, but now his heart was encased in ice. He trusted nobody but himself.
He half listened to Ganta going on about the others, though he already had an answer for Paradox and Forsaken. If he ever saw them again, he'd bite the shit out of them for leaving so many times. They had grown up close together, but then they were torn apart thanks to the siege. "The day they abandoned father and everyone else, is the day I stopped caring." It was true. Call him crazy, but Enigma idolized his father as if he were a God. And while he was far from immortal, his father had done a great many things that instilled fear in some. And that was the way to go. When Shiro was mentioned, however, Enigma's head cocked to the side with a raised brow. What. The Actual. Fuck. One of Sin's sons decided he was a girl!? Disgusting! "Well, then. Looks like I have some eradicating to do, now don't I?" He laughed again. With his father gone, it was now his job to cull the weak from their bloodlines. Granted, he himself couldn't breed anymore, but that didn't mean he would allow others to muck up his fathers legacy.
Ganta went on, even going as far as to start screaming and Enigma relished in the fact that the little weirdo was so angry. His own tail lashed, eyes narrowed as he took another step forward, head and tail rising in a show of dominance. "Oh? And what are you going to do about it if I do, hm? You can blame that bitch Arian for all of this. And remember, no Adravendi is innocent after her family's stupidity! Just like everyone will always blame us for Sin's actions." He spat, eyes wild as his hackles bristled. "Don't you get it? They will always blame us. There's no running from it, so you'd best accept the fact! There's no running from it!" |
