A New Path
For Torin
12-11-2019, 07:34 PM
He did not like all of the ideals of Ashen, but its empress was fierce, and while he was not particularly a fan of her harshness he understood it. The yearling craved that type of rule, though he was not sure why. He didn’t want to be cowed and told how and when to do everything, but if things went as he wanted he would rise in their ranks so that he could think for himself. Sandor had been with Lirim for only a short time and in that time everyone had been busy with the chaos of a temporary land and finding their scattered packmates. Sandor had even tried to find them- ultimately leading him to Deathbelle. They didn’t have the time for him and Sandor was growing and becoming more restless with each passing day.
The yearling had retrieved his armor that he’d kept in his makeshift den, putting it on only because he didn’t want to carry it awkwardly back across the water and risk losing it to the sea. The youth finally came to stop at the edge of the beach, water lapping at his hind feet; a moment later he was calling for Torin to meet him. They needed to talk.
The yearling had retrieved his armor that he’d kept in his makeshift den, putting it on only because he didn’t want to carry it awkwardly back across the water and risk losing it to the sea. The youth finally came to stop at the edge of the beach, water lapping at his hind feet; a moment later he was calling for Torin to meet him. They needed to talk.