Oh Brother Where Art Though?
12-04-2018, 09:01 PM
He thought he had recognized the faint call to challenge he had heard coming from the north, turns out his half brother had laid claim to his own pack. He couldn’t help but figure Chaos had set up camp in old Imperium lands, had he been the one to take Abaven he might have done the same. Rhyme felt excited and eager to meet with his brother again. He wondered how impressive his fangs looked now a days, though they always troubled his speech Rhyme had been slightly jealous of his impressive canines. He had no doubt this new pack would reflect more accurately the spirit of Imperium than Abaven ever could. He tried not to let the shadow of jealousy retake him, Chaos was an impressive specimen and his father surely found it much easier to find pride in the son of Cascade than the son of Rhythm. Rhyme banished the thoughts as he approached the border of the range, though he could still feel the tugging’s of darkness at his heartstrings. He sighed heavily, lifted his head and renewed his own pride. He had worked hard, and what he’d made for himself in his uncle’s old pack was worthy of being proud of. Even if it was the last place his father would have wished him to wind up. Rhyme tilted back is head and sent out a call for his brother first and alpha second. He truly was excited to catch up with the man. |
