ardent

i wonder



Diarmuid

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
39
player
08-03-2017, 10:22 AM
Diarmuid had little reaction to the news that Dómari had chosen to settle here; it mattered little to him what the Xanilov children did (not that they were children anymore, not really, but they always would be to him). So long as they were safe and content, he too would sleep soundly at night - though he couldn't help the nagging urge to protect and defend them as he had been tasked to do. Doing so in a pack, at their sides, would be far easier than doing it from afar.

Slight amusement glimmered in his eyes at Domari's initial words. He seemed bashful, almost, at making a decision without at the very least letting Diarmuid know. Though he'd been on his own for awhile now it seemed he still struggled to make choices on his own - perhaps worried what his siblings would think, and where they would want to go now. Hearing Ebony had fallen made his expression soften, fading into an unreadable frown. Raisa was gone? He knew the woman well, though it'd been a long time since he'd seen her last. Since she instructed him to follow Valeriya. The thought made his stomach sink -- clearly Domari had heard no news of his mother, either, or he would've brought it up already. He thought of her often, praying to gods he wasn't sure even existed that she was safe and well back in the lands of his home, that her pack was flourishing and she was truly content.

"Can't say I blame you," Diarmuid admitted gruffly. It made sense that he and Alarik might want to settle down and start a new life away from their aimless wanderings. The thought was a pleasant one even to him. His attention focused on Domari for a long while before shifting to the wolf that had initially answered his call.

He'd never seen such a vibrant creature before; his pelt was a stunning crimson with sharp blue eyes standing out against his pelt. He nodded at his greeting, etching his name and title to memory. "Correct. My name is Diarmuid. Loyal guard to the Xanilov family." Perhaps a strange occupation - but one he never questioned. He was no slave, but a loyal follower and guard. He'd given up his freedom as a child to train to serve in Ebony's armies, first for his family's ensured safety living on the outskirts of their lands, but finally because he truly grew to love and care for them. His servitude was willing, and he hoped Regulus would not question it, and he dipped his head low to show respect. "I'd like to join Domari and Alarik here. If you'll have me, and if they don't mind." Diarmuid glanced sideways at Domari, searching for his assent. It came as a possibility to him that they might not want him around forever, and if they hinted they were better off without his presence he wouldn't question it. Perhaps it'd hurt, but he wouldn't protest.
Name is pronounced deer-mid