Buy The Stars
08-23-2013, 07:07 PM
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Monochromatic male listened quietly and watched the proceedings. Ears pricked attentively at the words that came from the Alpha. It seemed a lot had been going on, much more then he ever knew about. The news of the promotions for the others did little to stir him, though he was proud that his own family members Cael and Surreal would be of important rank...now if only he could try. But even so, he figured that if he wanted to be beta after his father would be far from close. He had only just gotten here, and was sure that they would all vote for someone that was here longer...The thought made him feel less important within the pack. He had always been the leader, the one his siblings looked to for advice, decisions, and more. But lately, that leadership seemed to mean nothing here. Here, they had alphas, betas, those of much higher rank to look up to. Who on earth would ever choose him to have such ranks? He was but a commoner in terms, unranked. He inwardly shrugged, he supposed he would have to prove himself first but...even with that would probably make no difference. He figured most of these wolves, the horse included had done heroic things. All he had done was find his missing father...but even that was accomplished by Claire. With his spirits collapsing within him, he dared not show it to the outside world. He knew he had new and upcoming conflicts and feelings within him, after all he had been strong for this siblings...but for himself? He began to feel unsure. Swallowing, he opened his maw to speak up after the others. "I would like to accompany you to the battlefield. Though I have just arrived in Valhalla with my siblings, I have duties and honor to fulfill. So I offer my services in this battle lest it escalate into war, then I offer my life." He said solemnly. Of course, he would fight for his pack! Even if it meant his life was taken...after all, he had fulfilled his mission. He had reunited their family, brought his siblings to their father and found a home. Yet...he still wasn't happy. So he would fight, and if it meant death then so be it. He had nothing to lose...even if it meant never having a mate, or kids to carry on his legacy...he was old. who the hell would want him? His mind was made up, however. so he would go through with it and fight until he either died, or tore down his enemies. Speech Thought Others |