Fate is Unstoppable

His own head rose at Ragnar's response. He couldn't say he was surprised or otherwise, because truthfully, he wasn't sure what sort of response he expected from him. When Ragnar continued, Acere nodded. "I'm glad I'm not the only one that thinks so," He murmured, a small grin worming its way up. He had blindly followed once before, and the end result? When he refused to rape his own sister on command, he had been brutally beaten to near death...and his littermate still ended up getting the punishment he was supposed to give her. But not by him, no. He had never been able to do it. He couldn't. But the wolves of his birth pack carried out what they were told and did as they were told without question. Thinking back on it, he didn't know if it was out of fear, or if they truly did believe in those demons.

"I agree with you.. once again," Crimson gaze steadily watched Ragnar, "Conflict is inevitable between packs. And while diplomacy is needed, avoiding an inevitable conflict allows others who are less peaceful to take advantage of that." Again he nodded. It seemed he and Ragnar were not all that different. At least, compared to some of the wolves he'd encountered. He had met far too many wolves that preferred to take the peaceful approach, trying to avoid fights and tensions with other packs while at the same time, sticking their noses into the business of others. "We are not so different, it seems." His grin spread a little wider to reveal a fang in a toothy grin. It had been too long since he had found someone else with similar ideas as him. Someone level-headed enough to think about it from all sides. While peace was all well and good, it didn't make the world go round. There couldn't be light without darkness. Good without evil. That's just now how the world worked.

"Norweigan..." He mused. His gaze grew thoughtful. He had heard the accent before...heard about the culture...Winter had been part of such a culture...but it seemed that fate was determined to bring back the memories he tried so desperately to suppress over the years. "I ran with a pack of your culture when I was young. I was very close to someone of similar descent, though she no longer walks with us. She once told me that those who pass on end up in a place among great warriors. I was never one to believe in such things, but I would like to believe that she resides in those halls now." He took a deep breath as he opened the gates to the memories that had been locked away for so long. He still thought about her. And he sorely hoped she was in a better place, running with those that had been lost to time as the great warrior he remembered her as.
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