Decisions
12-11-2019, 11:22 AM
Sandor shook his head slightly as she spoke. She thought he would be a good soldier if he followed every command she gave, but Sandor was not a wolf to be cowed and follow carelessly. He had a sense of self preservation but that also extended to those he was loyal to. She continued, explaining her logic, and he listened silently, absorbing the words with bright eyes. “You’re right, I wont make a good soldier. I’ll make a great one because I don’t require my leader to hold my paw should a mission not go as planned. Blind obedience snuffs out independent thinking.” He never thought he would be quoting his father, yet there he was, quoting a ghost. “I trust my leaders have the best interest for the pack, but I don’t trust they have the best interest of the individual. Pack comes before the singular.” He shrugged, “least that’s my experience.” It was clear he had trust issues, but for him trust was earned just as much as respect was. “And if I see a flaw or a potentially better way?” He asked, head cocking to the side, trying to get a feel for how far his obedience was expected to go.
She was right, he was far too strong willed to make a good slave, but the idea never crossed his mind either, slavery was not something he had seen or really heard of before. He nodded as she mentioned his weakness, but otherwise remained silent on the subject. A flicker of surprise danced through his eyes as she said he would be kept from any future Lirim conflict and he nodded greatfully, happy that he would not have to face those that had taken him in as a pup any time soon. She told him to remove himself from Lirim’s ranks if he still wished to pledge himself to Ashen and he would nod quietly. “I’ll do so.” Ashen felt like the right home…even if he had to deal with blind obedience- something he would certainly struggle with. Sandor would not lose his head, however, he would fiend blind obedience until he proved himself trustworthy to have an opinion- if that’s what she required. If nothing else was said, he would turn and depart, heading back towards Lirim, if she said more, he would stay and listen.
She was right, he was far too strong willed to make a good slave, but the idea never crossed his mind either, slavery was not something he had seen or really heard of before. He nodded as she mentioned his weakness, but otherwise remained silent on the subject. A flicker of surprise danced through his eyes as she said he would be kept from any future Lirim conflict and he nodded greatfully, happy that he would not have to face those that had taken him in as a pup any time soon. She told him to remove himself from Lirim’s ranks if he still wished to pledge himself to Ashen and he would nod quietly. “I’ll do so.” Ashen felt like the right home…even if he had to deal with blind obedience- something he would certainly struggle with. Sandor would not lose his head, however, he would fiend blind obedience until he proved himself trustworthy to have an opinion- if that’s what she required. If nothing else was said, he would turn and depart, heading back towards Lirim, if she said more, he would stay and listen.