Wee Hours
Sirius
High Councilor
Master Fighter (240)
Master Hunter (275)
Bloodletter
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
51
51
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
11-01-2019, 04:59 PM
She admitted to the same feeling of cognizant familiarity that plagued him when he looked or spoke to Io. The apparition of sensation left him feeling like he should know her, like he did. If he had any siblings out there at all, could they look like Io? A part of him considered the breeding the Klein’s went through to build their army. Io’s small stature and lack of warrior attributed would have led them to consider her a failure. What if.. What if they had been littermates, and the Klein had tossed her away. Was it even slightly possible? At his pointed question, Io pulled away, and he would finally be able to see her expression. He could immediately see the question bothered her, and he regretted asking it. She pulled at her paw trapped beneath his head, and he obligingly lifted his skull just enough for her to tease it free. She got to her feet, and he pulled his position into a sitting on, eyeing her warily, and saying nothing as she worked through whatever his words had knocked free. The very start of her sentence dispelled his notion that they could have been siblings, and he was forced to release the idea with regret. She spoke of her father-king as a wolf who believed in demons, and he sat up straighter, intrigued. He had caught hints of the pack that had resided here before his arrival, and its wolf-king who believed much the same. Elias had died at the hands of the Winterfell leader, and he knew little else of the pack or family - other then how they too had believed they were possessed by demons. Was this her father? She spoke of the death of her siblings, and his eyes softened in sympathy, he knew the feeling of losing all family, but at least he had had Deathbelle. “Was your father's name Elias?” he asked softly, as he patted the earth before him, giving her the option to lean against him if she chose. He had a feeling she was too restless for that, but she would see nothing but support in the Titan. |
