Sunny Days
Pesto!
01-25-2020, 05:35 PM
Pestilence thought hard on what Uncle Harbringr had said, remembering her lessons and how she'd studied Ashen's hierarchy as a younger pup when she was deciding what path she'd want to walk. She didn't like to assume that her uncle was wrong, but felt the need to defend herself. "No! I don't want anything to do with the Armada." The pup said quickly. They were a lower branch of the empire, and Pestilence wanted greatness. "I remember when dad was around.." Her voice grew soft, almost a whisper. "When he was a Daimyo, and Sirius was one too. And Uncle Hannibal I think. They were all Daimyo but had second names too. Sirius was our warlord, dad was the counsel I think. And Uncle Hannibal the ambassador. Sirius just stole his title and took it with him to lead his thing." She didn't want to think too hard on her mother's ex-slave and how he'd grown in the ranks. It didn't feel right to her, though she didn't say it out loud. "So I guess with Sirius gone, that'd make you the warlord right? I don't know. Maybe mom changed the whole thing when dad.." She clamped her mouth back shut to cut off her words. "Or maybe I just was wrong." Neither train of thought made her happy to think of, and Pestilence shook her head to clear her mind. She returned to his next words, willing herself to forget her father's death and how it'd changed the pack. Pestilence tried to smile at him, to ignore her feelings inside. "I do want you to teach me." She confirmed. "I wish you didn't have to teach them, though. How am I supposed to get an edge on anyone when we all have good teachers?" To the pup it wasn't a matter of ensuring all of Ashen was strong, only her own future. When she was a fierce warrior the others wouldn't need to be strong fighters, because she'd protect them. "They're all hopeless anyways, they'll never stop believing even if they spent all their time with you. They think they've seen dad." "Thinking" "You." |