The call for the pack to gather had not gone unheard. Rin knew he more than likely wouldn't be the first one there. More likely the last one, he thought. He hadn't socialized with anyone. Didn't really know anyone except by name. He could put names to faces, but in the end, he had never spoken to anyone but Frost, Zell, Faite and Fortune. Then, a heavy reminder that Fortune was back. And Faite had disappeared again. He kept to himself. Always had since the events that happened in his life. He felt doomed to live out his life as a hermit pretty much. A loner within a pack.
The bedraggled, scrawny male made his way slowly towards the meeting place, gaze dull and his entire appearance just screamed pathetic. Maybe he had always been pathetic. He was Isardis' son, yes. But his life so far, had failed to live up to his father's expectations. Then again, did his father ever have any expectations for him? Probably not. It didn't matter now though, did it? The Armada line was barely a dim candle now, nearly snuffed out. They were no longer the great family they once were. And one day, the name would die out and the stories of his father and the Armada's would disappear from everyone's tongue. It saddened him to an extent. The Armada's had done great things. Horrible things. But still. He arrived among the small group,eyes finding Fortune but he was too embarrassed to go sit near her. So he remained at the back of the group, waiting for things to start.
"Speech"
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