I Will Burn Your Kingdom Down, If You Try To Conquer Me And Mine [Eclipse Empire]
02-17-2018, 05:21 PM
Seth had not yet sought his uncle's permission to leave his pack to join Ashiel's, but as his victorious yearling cousin moved with great purpose from the field of battle, the dwarf followed along behind. He sent an amiable nod to the former members of the conquered pack, his big leaf-green eyes wide and seeming to brim with innocent sympathy, but the blind former alpha already had healers of his own who had once been loyal to him and would either remain so at least long enough to heal him, or not. If Ashiel hadn't been injured he might have stayed long enough to offer healing to the beaten wolf, to ingratiate himself into their good graces with an eye towards using that later, but the newly-minted Abraxas alpha would always have to be his first priority so he'd left the opportunity behind without a regret. Regret had no place in the precarious life he led.
He found their path taking them to a familiar place, the canyon where Amon and Pyralis had raised their litters, and he was pleased. He'd brought with him the healers' accouterments he had carried to the battlefield, but he had had a well-stocked den here once that undoubtedly still contained more than what he could have carried with him. He'd be well set up to treat Ashiel's wounds when the young alpha was ready to be treated.
He glanced up as Ashiel did, eyes reflecting the reddened light from the moon weirdly as he stared upward in dispassionate observation. It would be a stretch to consider the eclipse a coincidence, considering their not-quite-mortal heritage, even for a skeptic such as Seth considered himself to be. He held his gaze to the bloody moon until Ashiel's howl echoed off the canyon walls before he lowered his eyes and drew his attention once again to the present.
Finishing his approach up the familiar canyon, he set the bundle of herbs down and pricked his over-sized ears towards the yearling attentively. "When you have a moment, Ashiel, perhaps you would allow me to see to your wounds?" His voice, always so eagerly subservient to Amon and the other elders of the family, was somewhat less so towards this younger scion. Not disrespectful, by any means - he kept a healthy dose of that in his voice - but in this safer company he slipped into a more pleasurable role, his natural narcissistic and arrogant nature bleeding through in a more confident tone and stance than normally displayed by the seemingly downtrodden dwarf. Relaxed, eyes glittering under the eclipsing moon, his offer was made casually, relaxed, rather than ingratiatingly. Perhaps it was the eclipse, perhaps a confidence born of feeling a touch of freedom, or simply that his pride would not allow him to fawn at a yearling cousin, even one who had purchased his own worth among the family with such valuable currency at so young an age.
Pink tongue touched thoughtfully to his lips in a single smooth movement, eyes half-lidded, he allowed a rare, cynically crooked, genuine smile cross his misshapen muzzle. Perhaps there was more he could make of himself after all than the pitiable, barely tolerated monstrosity, if he insinuated himself under Ashiel's rule.
He found their path taking them to a familiar place, the canyon where Amon and Pyralis had raised their litters, and he was pleased. He'd brought with him the healers' accouterments he had carried to the battlefield, but he had had a well-stocked den here once that undoubtedly still contained more than what he could have carried with him. He'd be well set up to treat Ashiel's wounds when the young alpha was ready to be treated.
He glanced up as Ashiel did, eyes reflecting the reddened light from the moon weirdly as he stared upward in dispassionate observation. It would be a stretch to consider the eclipse a coincidence, considering their not-quite-mortal heritage, even for a skeptic such as Seth considered himself to be. He held his gaze to the bloody moon until Ashiel's howl echoed off the canyon walls before he lowered his eyes and drew his attention once again to the present.
Finishing his approach up the familiar canyon, he set the bundle of herbs down and pricked his over-sized ears towards the yearling attentively. "When you have a moment, Ashiel, perhaps you would allow me to see to your wounds?" His voice, always so eagerly subservient to Amon and the other elders of the family, was somewhat less so towards this younger scion. Not disrespectful, by any means - he kept a healthy dose of that in his voice - but in this safer company he slipped into a more pleasurable role, his natural narcissistic and arrogant nature bleeding through in a more confident tone and stance than normally displayed by the seemingly downtrodden dwarf. Relaxed, eyes glittering under the eclipsing moon, his offer was made casually, relaxed, rather than ingratiatingly. Perhaps it was the eclipse, perhaps a confidence born of feeling a touch of freedom, or simply that his pride would not allow him to fawn at a yearling cousin, even one who had purchased his own worth among the family with such valuable currency at so young an age.
Pink tongue touched thoughtfully to his lips in a single smooth movement, eyes half-lidded, he allowed a rare, cynically crooked, genuine smile cross his misshapen muzzle. Perhaps there was more he could make of himself after all than the pitiable, barely tolerated monstrosity, if he insinuated himself under Ashiel's rule.
