Why...
07-26-2013, 07:52 PM
The sky was lit aflame by the rhythmic patterns of lightning strikes. He watched them glow for mere seconds before vanishing altogether, only to be replaced by a newer, brighter glow. He twisted from the perch he'd made for himself not far from his den. Epiphron was no doubt keeping out of the rain, but Maverick had found himself far too restless to stay in the confines of their home. Solitude had become his nearest and dearest friend since his coronation, and it was solitude he sought during this storm. As much as he loved and adored Epiphron, there were certain things he felt he could only work through in his mind. Particularly those things that pertained to his father's recent absence, and his mother's untimely death. Gerhardt had admitted to them all that he'd killed Adette, and while he didn't blame his father, he couldn't help but wonder if there might've been a better solution than his mother's murder. As much as the two of them had butted heads in his youth, he still was loyal to her even in her insanity - that was what family was all about. As he removed himself from where he'd lingered for more than half an hour, the King shifted his weight on his paws nimbly. Trotting without any real destination in mind, he found his paws carrying him toward where his mother was buried. He had some things to get off of his chest, and there seemed no better hour to do it than this one. His tail and head were not raised in dominance, for he hadn't quite felt the need for it with the likelihood that no one was out in this weather. However, it would seem that line of thought was incredibly false, for as he neared his mother's grave he found not one, but two wolves weathering the storm. Maverick breathed a sigh and reigned himself toward them, his head raising only slightly as the rain began to stream down his fur in great rivulets. Voice came out in a gentle purr as each of their names fell from his lips. Tahlia, Loccian... He brought himself parallel to Tahlia, only a foot or so away from her multicolored frame. Lime eyes fell to the smaller grave beside the two existing ones housing a fallen esquire and his own mother. What has happened? The inquiry rang out with a note of sorrow, as his vision shifted between the two of them. Loccian seemed far more bothered than Tahlia, and the grave was too small to harbor a fully grown wolf. He recalled his father telling him of Loccian adopting two pups, he supposed that one of them must have fallen ill. His head dropped in incline, tilting toward the grave as he noted that the child had not been covered just yet. She was beautiful by all accounts, save for her marred frame. It didn't appear that sickness had claimed her. No, this looked like murder if he ever saw it. A growl rumbled in his chest - who would harm a child? His lip quivered, but stilled itself after a moment. These two weren't to blame, and didn't need to see his frustration. Speech, |