Wolves With A Side of Herb Sauce [Alarik]
Alarik listened with genuine interest as Pyralis explained what they had to do in order to leave this world and return to their rightful place in paradise. Apparently they had to prove their worth, show that they were greater than mere mortals, and at that point they would leave these mortal bodies and be gods again. Alarik tried to imagine such a scene, and failed. Would their mortal bodies just fall limp as they ascended into the sky like shimmering, translucent spirits? It was a lot for anyone to truly believe, but Alarik was a respectful man and so of course he didn't laugh at Pyralis or her beliefs. He simply nodded. "Conquest and battle," he repeated. "You're certainly the type to have no trouble picking a fight," the young man said with a teasing grin.
He sighed a bit as she asked what he and his siblings had been sent here to do. "Well, evidently, a couple of generations ago there was a great pack in Boreas called Ebony," he said. "The leader of Ebony was named Raisa Xanilov. My grandmother," he said, to clarify. "Ebony was a strong and unwavering pack, where only females held positions of high authority," this he said mainly because he thought it might intrigue the woman. She seemed the type to be fascinated by the idea of a matriarchy.
"But anyway, long story short, my mother broke away from the original Ebony and created her own pack in another land. When that pack began to struggle, she sent her children—my siblings and I—back to this land to find Ebony and restore it to its former glory." Alarik looked down, pawing at a scraggly tuft of grass. "When we got here, we couldn't find Ebony at all. Turns out it fell, or was disbanded, long ago. And our grandmother Raisa is nowhere to be found." "Talk" "You" Think |
