Ignition - Fýri recruiting
11-09-2018, 11:21 PM
Occasionally Ignatius would feel a stab of guilt as he went about his business, exploring as much of Boreas as quickly as he could. There were times where he'd feel overwhelmed by his memories, crushed by the responsibility he'd decided to put himself ever since he first began his journey here. He wanted- no, he needed to avenge his sister. Princely position be damned, Ignatius never wanted the title to begin with. All he wanted was to ensure his baby sister could sleep peacefully in death, and to create a safer future for himself and Sephira. He owed Avis that much. It was his fault she'd died in the first place. No matter what anyone said, Ignatius knew there were some painful truths that couldn't just be glossed over with a paltry 'Don't beat yourself up' or the even more pathetic 'There's no way you could have known'. Fact was, he'd known. Deep down from the very beginning it had been obvious that his older brother from whom Ignatius had taken the title of Prince and Heir to the throne was capable of terrible things. Scoffing under his breath, Ig shook his head. If his childhood couldn't have clued him into the danger that lay ill-concealed right beside him, perhaps the rising suspicions Sephira had voiced about Kirsi ought to have done it. The frosty ground crunched beneath his weight as his scarred paws hit it rhythmically. His breath was just visible as he crossed the barren landscape, a singular glowing figure in a vast open space. He'd heard the call of another not long ago and it had set the gears in Ignatius' mind that he had been keeping in place for weeks spinning before he could stop them. Since coming to Boreas, through his talks with Sephira and his quiet musings alone, it had become apparent that they had some very specific needs that could only be met if he went through with this. It hadn't taken long to craft a few ideas and give himself a rough idea of what he'd do. The real struggle was convincing himself to actually suck it up and do it. In fact, it took him an hour of sitting in the dark before he at last hauled himself up and began the journey here as the first rays of sunlight crested the horizon. Upon arrival, Ignatius took the time to find a good spot on the only small mound of dirt in the area that didn't immediately make him think it might be a grave. Once he had his spot, he took some steadying breaths and loosed a howl before he could second guess himself. It called for those who wanted a home. Those who were ready to build something great; a place they belonged. Letting just anyone in wasn't really an option, even in the beginning, but he also couldn't be horribly picky yet. After much consideration and many attempts to think of a way that wouldn't involve him in a position of leadership - the Sephi option had been considered for only a few seconds and he was still haunted by the memory - Ignatius had come to accept that this was the only way. He couldn't guarantee their safety if they lived alone, and living in a pack ruled by others? Well, it took a special sort of self-centered wolf to endanger innocents. Running his own pack, that would afford him what he and his sister needed. Those who joined would know what they were getting into. Maybe not in detail to begin with, but in time he hoped to build something great with pack members who knew him for what he was and chose him. That seemed possible here. Here he could lead as Ignatius Agnivo, and it would mean nothing at first. He could escape the shadow of Mars and live in his own way. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. |
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