Pulvis et umbra sumus [Malleus]
12-26-2017, 06:24 PM
"Fancy" wasn't exactly a word he would use to describe the future mother of his children. Whenever he pictured the ideal woman genuine interest in her wasn't on his list of necessary features. He doubted he would ever have that kind of affection from someone who wasn't in his family. Was it impossible? No, not at all. Just unlikely. It wasn't a luxury he could allow himself. "Starting from scratch, I'm afraid." He was quiet for a moment as he carefully stepped over a log that had washed ashore at some point and lay buried in the sand. "Although," he mused aloud, "Perhaps it would be best to wait and concentrate my efforts after my father has made his move. No doubt he'll be starting something soon." It would be unwise to start a family in the middle of a war. Just the thought of juggling a woman, pups and the chaos of a conflict exhausted him. |