he's gonna do a superhero landing
10-12-2018, 07:45 AM
-ooc- whelp.. here goes nothin'
His father was quick to confirm Rhyme’s suspicion with a quick nod. Though his exterior was the calm foreboding presence of a King the boy knew only a single word had the potential to bring out the warrior beneath. Even in his advancing age Valentine was an intimidating force, but that did not mean he had the strength to take on the whole of the Slaver pack.
Rhyme couldn’t miss the disappointment in his features as the word of Abaven dripped from his father’s lips. The Imperialis descendant felt his claws dig into the ground in frustration, his father’s disapproval may have effected him more harshly in his younger days. However, Rhyme was determined. He would never allow his family, even those he couldn’t even name, to suffer what he had gone through the past few years. Now he would not hear a bad word about Shaye. Her determination rivaled his in her pursuit of happiness in those of their blood.
He couldn’t help the deep growl that rumbled in his chest at the word ‘mice’ though sometimes the truth hurt. He had seen some of the wolves who now called Abaven their home, though his father spoke the truth of some they still deserved to be protected.
”You are not the only one with a deep love for Rhythm.” He had no wish to fight his father, and no matter what they would reign justice on those who had wronged he and his mother. ”Her family deserve the chance to fight for her honor as much as you,” He kept his voice low, and did his best to keep his personal feelings from their conversation. He wished not to fight with his father, but how else would he get it through the King’s skull that he needed all the help thy could get? ”The slaver’s numbers are great, they live and breathe cruelty and blood. If you want to keep your promise to my mother and return to her,” His voice broke, he had kept himself mostly composed until this point. ”Please, Father.” Rhyme had begged when he was a slave, he didn’t think he would have to do the same with his own blood. ”Abaven is being rebuilt. I’m not saying the untrained whelps need follow us, but Shaye deserves her revenge as well.”
His father was quick to confirm Rhyme’s suspicion with a quick nod. Though his exterior was the calm foreboding presence of a King the boy knew only a single word had the potential to bring out the warrior beneath. Even in his advancing age Valentine was an intimidating force, but that did not mean he had the strength to take on the whole of the Slaver pack.
Rhyme couldn’t miss the disappointment in his features as the word of Abaven dripped from his father’s lips. The Imperialis descendant felt his claws dig into the ground in frustration, his father’s disapproval may have effected him more harshly in his younger days. However, Rhyme was determined. He would never allow his family, even those he couldn’t even name, to suffer what he had gone through the past few years. Now he would not hear a bad word about Shaye. Her determination rivaled his in her pursuit of happiness in those of their blood.
He couldn’t help the deep growl that rumbled in his chest at the word ‘mice’ though sometimes the truth hurt. He had seen some of the wolves who now called Abaven their home, though his father spoke the truth of some they still deserved to be protected.
”You are not the only one with a deep love for Rhythm.” He had no wish to fight his father, and no matter what they would reign justice on those who had wronged he and his mother. ”Her family deserve the chance to fight for her honor as much as you,” He kept his voice low, and did his best to keep his personal feelings from their conversation. He wished not to fight with his father, but how else would he get it through the King’s skull that he needed all the help thy could get? ”The slaver’s numbers are great, they live and breathe cruelty and blood. If you want to keep your promise to my mother and return to her,” His voice broke, he had kept himself mostly composed until this point. ”Please, Father.” Rhyme had begged when he was a slave, he didn’t think he would have to do the same with his own blood. ”Abaven is being rebuilt. I’m not saying the untrained whelps need follow us, but Shaye deserves her revenge as well.”
